But that's the thing about life, right? It doesn't care about your plans. It doesn't stop to ask if you're ready or if you need more time. It just moves forward, dragging you along, leaving you scrambling to catch up. And now here I am, stuck in this awkward space between letting go and holding on, knowing that no matter how much I try to convince myself otherwise, it won't be me walking next to you. It's a cruel irony—knowing what you want, seeing it so close, but watching from a distance as someone else gets to live it.
And I guess, deep down, I knew. I knew that it wasn't going to happen. But there was always this tiny sliver of hope, a stubborn part of me that believed it could. That maybe, just maybe, you'd wake up one day and realize that I was right there, ready and willing. But that day never came, and now I'm left with nothing but these thoughts I can't shake. It's annoying, really, because how do you stop feeling something so strong? How do you let go of someone who feels like a part of you, even though you never really had them?
I want to be happy for you, I really do. I want to be the person who can smile and mean it when I say, "I'm glad you found someone who makes you happy." But I'm not there yet. I'm still tangled up in the 'what ifs' and 'could have been,' still hoping for a reality I know will never exist.
And the hardest part is knowing that, at the end of the day, you won't even know. You won't ever fully understand what you meant to me or how much it hurts to see you with him. Because I never told you. And it's my fault; it's on me. I don't blame you—I can't. Maybe I was scared; maybe I was just waiting for the "perfect moment" instead of allowing our perfect moment to happen.
Either way, it doesn't matter, and as much as I wish I could rewrite the ending, I'm not the writer this time.
And that's the hardest part—because, as a writer, I know how to create these stories and build worlds that don't exist. I get to choose who's happy, who gets hurt, who falls in love, and who loses. I can put together words to form the most beautiful images. I've really mastered that—except for this story. Our story.
I envision a million different ways it could have gone—a world where I was the one who renewed your faith in love, eased your hardest days, and brought sunshine to your cloudy skies. I was supposed to be the one who made you smile every day—the one who made you forget everything you'd been through. But those are just drafts of a story never meant to be told.
I thought I could pen my way out of this heartache, and if I wrote about it, it would make sense somehow. But this time, I'm just a character, an afterthought within the margins...
I really just said a bunch of words to say that I am truly happy for you; it's just that I wish it were me.
I’ve read theories that the Sirens were really monk seals. Puts “Suffering” in a whole new context. Imagine Odysseus being lured by singing seals🧜♀️🦭🎶
This also makes “Different Beast” an extra depressing song. Given the Ancient Greeks hunted monk seals, and now monk seals are an endangered species .
I love Suffering animatics/art where Odysseus has a chain or rope around his ankle, connecting him to the mast. not only is it a great reference to the source material, but it implies that someone on the ship was worried that the mere sight of Penelope might convince Odysseus to jump in the water, even though he knows its a siren who will kill him
and that they were so persuasive in this argument that Odysseus actually agreed to it
The best way to explain to someone what it’s like to be an Epic the Musical fan listening to the Thunder Saga is to inform them that the most cheerful song in the saga is called Suffering
The first shot ep30 ,, the whumpiest episode in the drama
The screen is too dark for that scene but it's realistically performed
they were hunting a suspect injured in a storm and he just fainted from exhaustion and low blood sugar so his best friend asked their colleague to give him something to eat to increase his blood sugar so they can continue pursuing the suspect
If I see one more person say "sirens aren't like that in the Greek mythology" I'm going to explode.
POLITES DIDN'T DIE IN THE CYCLOPS CAVE
ZEUS DIDN'T GAVE ODYSSEUS A CHOICE AS TO WHETHER HE OR HIS CREW DIED.
ODYSSEUS DID NOT LEAVE CIRCE'S ISLAND ALIVE BY CRYING ABOUT HIS WIFE AND HOW MUCH HE MISSES HER.
POSEIDON WAS NOT AFRAID OF SCYLLA.
AND ODYSSEUS DID NOT READ THE LIPS OF THE SIREN.
Epic is not 100% faithful to The Odyssey, there are events that even happen out of order and Jay has said so. So don't come to me with "that's not how it is in the book" for a detail, it's like they heard that piece of information somewhere and didn't release it
(I'm angry with those who criticize the animators)
Life is unbearable. Please save my children; I don't want them to die in Gaza. If I don't survive, please don't forget them. Save them after I'm gone.❤️🙏
It's super funny to me that, in Suffering, the Siren answers Odysseus's question about how to avoid Poseidon completely truthfully even though she was planning on killing him at first opportunity. It didn't even ping her radar as a suspicious question to ask. It's like her day job is drowning mortal men but her nerdy hobby is nautical navigation and she couldn't help herself. She did NOT have to give him any info but she was like, Ooh fascinating hypothetical question! Here's my analysis on the best way to survive. Anyway, get in the water silly :)