Thank you guys so much for watching. Have an amazing day on purpose ❤❤

@westbank5436

4 ай бұрын

They were only 17 when it happened too, just kids.

Ren, one song at a time, is making it ok to be human again.

@robbob3401

Жыл бұрын

Did u read this off a self help book

@tattoodude8946

Жыл бұрын

@@robbob3401 Did you think of this witty come back yourself?

Take a look at Ren's community post about the release of this song. If anything, it makes an already emotional song even more devastating. He genuinely was only 2 minutes too late getting to the bridge. It's heart-breaking. I just hope he finds a way to absolve himself of the blame he never deserved.

People end their lives to stop the pain but the pain remains in those left behind.

Loved that you both really LISTENED, from the beginning. It's an extraordinary and BRAVE performance. I've never seen anyone with his courage and talents, and I'm 70. Ren is an artist not simply of a lifetime, but of an entire era. Musical skills that are over the top, the lyrical genius, the drive to work with others and lift them up - it's awe-inspiring.

every time I listen to this song I cry every time 😢❤

@Lynds77

Жыл бұрын

Ur not alone babe

@jmango2636

Жыл бұрын

Me too

@mysticmouse7983

Жыл бұрын

Yep I've not known anything like it

I like that he shared two perspectives on suicide. One where he goes over his own struggles through his misdiagnosis and consequential suffering, another as the person left behind after losing somebody so close to you. Probably the most powerful and important song I've ever heard.

Ren made the whole internet cry with this one ♡

@patriciacloix71

9 ай бұрын

Oh oui je pleure toujours car je me sent très concernée 🙏💖😭

Yes. Because here we are again…we are talking about it. We must talk about this.

You can also see his progression in deciding to show us as he rips his heart out. The last part was written very recently after his interview with Knox Hill, but the beginning was already done a couple years back. He just felt something was missing. 💜

I am grateful of Ren's existence. What a beautiful human he is.

We are fortunate REN shares his talent and his life with us. He has made a big impact and helped so many. Many thanks to Ren. He is truly an amazing person.

For me the ending speaks to those that think everyone would be better off if they were gone. No they won't & this the lifelong impact & devastation that they're leaving behind. The line of thought that they'll be better, they'll be upset for a little while & then they'll forget is a lie your mind tells you when it goes darkk

It’s very hard to get through this beautiful tragic piece without getting choked up.

Great reaction and total comprehension of the song 👏. Ren is a lyrical savant. I haven’t heard this level of poetry in music in a long time. Respect from Ireland 🇮🇪 🙏✌️

Ren just takes thing to a very special level where millions are drawn in and taught important life messages. Just love everything he does. Thank you for your reaction.

This hits me every time, the Menai Straits are the fastest flowing waters in the U.k, he got a phone call in the middle of the night from Joe and raced there. It’s heartbreaking.

Love watching your facial expressions to this amazing artist. The best artist in the world today hands down IMO. His originality and artistry has me totally and utterly captivated.

Great reaction. Ren is one of a kind. His pain and anguish in this was palpable and heartbreaking.

Great Reaction guys!! Should have a listen to Ren - Freckled Angel (song he wrote for his friend who passed away) also have a listen to Ren - Dear God.

He filmed How To Be with Chinchilla on that same bridge.

@danmorrid2435

Жыл бұрын

Common misconception - it was filmed on the top of a building in Brighton. Both songs are great though, for all sorts of reasons.

R.I.P. Joe ❤

This song will save a life. It hits hard.

It isn’t hyperbole to say Ren just saved some lives by making this ok to talk about. You guys did the same by sharing it on your channel. ❤

R.I.P. Joe

Ren's best friend, Joe, jumped off a bridge right after Christmas in 2010. Ren got a phone call at 3am, telling him that Joe was on the bridge calling people to say goodbye. Ren ran out to try to stop him but Joe's phone went out of service roughly 2 minutes before Ren made it. The currents took the body, and Joe was never found.

RIP JOE HUGHES 🙏 🖤

Such a heartbreaking song... much love to you x

great upload guys, thanks

Fantastic reaction guys! I loved your post song words of wisdom especially not judging people who try and fail. That hit me personally because I only got anger from family. It helps to have anyone , literally anyone out there say it’s alright you’ll be fine. Things will get better. Ren is truly an artist of a lifetime. His work, lyrics, poetry to music is speaking for all of us out there struggling to make sense of this world that is so fast paced , ugly, desensitised, unhelpful to those that need help the most. He’s a light in the darkness. He posts on his community page about everyone lifting each other up. A genuinely kind human being. I hope everyone subscribed to his channel and shares this video. Thanks again and my deepest condolences for your loss too. Be well and healthy. Cheers from Tasmania, Australia

Thank you for being a part of this movement of connecting people through speaking truth no matter how difficult that may be... It's real and we all need to know thst and talk about it. X

I haven't gotten this emotional over a song since "How Could You Leave Us" & "Mama" by NF

Even though I cried great reaction guys. Ren is amazing and it always gets me when you can hear the pain in his voice in the last bit.

I wrote what I think peole have made Ren or The Ren out to be. They've named me a wandering bard, A timeless and enigmatic nomad, But I feel lost within myself, Unsure of where my heart is at, A chameleon of the human race, A trickster, a sage, a shifting face, THE SAGE OF TALES, untamed and wild, Unraveling truths with a knowing smile. I wonder if I still possess, The fire, the strength, the tenderness, To sing with the voice of countless years, And dance like dreams that never wither, Can I still weave a web of tales, Drawing wisdom from hidden wells, No longer certain, I hesitate, As I stand at destiny's gate. My goal was once to bring delight, Through melodies that dance in flight, Yet now I question my own role, In the grand scheme of the cosmic whole, Is it laughter or the bitter truth, That I must share with the world uncouth, As the minstrel who sees the core, Of what humanity's striving for. The jester, they say, can speak the truth, While others hide in masks uncouth, A voice of reason in a world of lies, I am the proof, the truth that cries, But now I wonder if I have the strength, To bear the weight of truth's full length, To guide the lost and heal the blind, And bring the world a peace of mind. To break the chains of false belief, And offer solace, hope, relief, I must return to innocence, Embrace the child within, and hence, Confront the lies, the pain, the strife, And start anew, a fresh new life, For I am stronger than I know, In this journey where truth must grow. No longer here for jest or scorn, For kings and queens who've long been worn, I stand before you, truth in hand, To save mankind from its own demand, From savagery and cruel fate, I share my wisdom, love, and hate, A guide, a friend, a soul reborn, Just a human, seeking truth's forlorn. Keith B Moran

Somewhere on the comments page of the Suicide video Ren wrote this but it wasn’t pinned so it can get lost in the comments. This is beautiful and relevant to the song and everyone should read it. Today I want to write something beautiful and eloquent but I’ve been staring at my computer screen for the past 10 minutes blankly. So I’ll just write. Today, the 1st of June is my friend Joe’s birthday. I first met Joe when I was 8 years old, my friend Josh said I had to meet this guy, so we both walked over to his, it took about 10 minutes from my house. I was greeted by this kid covered head to toe in freckles, he grinned at us, climbed onto the back of his sofa and screamed “Swanton Bomb!” then front flipped off the top and landed right onto his back on a stone floor. He lay still for a moment, twitched a few times, then got up, grinned at us, brushed himself off, and did it again. This was Joe. He’d do anything to make people laugh. He ended up becoming one of my best friends. He was there when we stole our first cigarettes out of his mums pack, way too young. He was there when I had my first kiss, with a girl twice my size on the back of the 42 bus. He was there when I first got so drunk I threw up in the woods after drinking as much white lightning Cider as we could. I was there when he did his first backflip on skates, and saw him do a 720 off of the pier cave, that moment became legendary. Joe was the funny one in our friend group, he’d make us laugh till it hurt. No one had a bad word to say about him. It was impossible not to like him. Usually we put celebrities, athletes and actors on pedestals, turn them into role models and admire them from a far. The person I admired was Joe. Him and Sagar knew every word to the songs id write, we’d get drunk at parties and they’d be singing along as loud as they could. It gave me a lot of confidence back then. On Christmas Eve 2010 I was sitting in a pub with Joe, he’d been feeling low after a couple of consecutive break ups. He tried to check himself into a mental health outpatient facility a few weeks earlier but they turned him away because he didn’t have an appointment. He turned to me and said that sometimes he wished he could just walk into the sea and keep walking. He said it in a kind of half joking throw away comment type of way, then took a sip of his drink, walked over to the juke box and put Dig by Incubus on. If I knew that was the last time I’d see Joe id have hugged him, told him how much I loved him, how much I looked up to him, how much we all loved him, and I wouldn’t have left that pub. I didn’t know that, so I finished my drink, said happy Christmas and left. Two nights after Christmas I got woken up by a phone call at 3am, it was my friend Ella. She told me Joe was on the Menai Bridge, a large suspension bridge connecting the main land to the isle of Anglesey where we lived. He’d been on the phone to her in tears saying goodbye. He told her to tell everyone he loved them. I pulled on my clothes as fast as I could and started running toward the bridge. It was up a hill. I lived about a ten minute walk away, I could run it in five. As I ran I started dialling then redialing his number. The line was busy, which was a good sign, it meant he was still on the phone to someone. As I got about halfway, the busy tone changed. It told me the line was out of service. I got a sinking feeling and picked up my speed. I arrived to the bridge minutes after I left my house. It was deafeningly quiet. I was the first person to arrive. I got there probably about 2 minutes too late. Joe’s body was never found. Initially we refused to believe he was gone. The coastguard came out that night, with boats, and helicopters. Me and my friends spent the next 10 days putting up missing posters everywhere we could, walking up and down beaches with flashlights, getting about 3 hours sleep a night. When you’re walking up and down a beach with a torch when its dark everything looks like a body. We still haven’t found Joe. As his birthday came around, I wrote a song, freckled angels, a song I dedicated to Joe which I sang in front of his friends and family. A charity football match was put on for him, raising money for the RNLI where I won two bottles of wine in a raffle, I drank them both as quickly as I could, naturally, turned to my friend and probably slurred something along the lines of “This is the last time I ever drink” That was 12 years ago, I haven’t touched a drop of alcohol since. My first ever album I named Freckled Angels in tribute of one of the best people I ever knew. Skip forward some years. I’d been sitting on this song I wrote a few years ago. It always felt a little incomplete. It was going to be my next release, but I was dreading it because of this feeling of incompletion. I decided, very last minute, to do something about it. I sat by my piano, and the rest of the song fell out of me. I hadn’t thought about Joe in a little while, and the song initially wasn’t going to be about him, but the words all fell out of me. I wrote and recorded a whole 2 minutes extra, recording each part as I wrote it. Tears spewing out of my eyes pretty much the whole time, and decided not to do my usual thing of perfecting each line, I just recorded every line as it came.

Hail to ya all beoutiful people. I´m livin on the edge now 53 turns around the sun. what still held me back to do the last step? my couriosity and the love in the world. and especially, my believe, that , when ists over, its over. this gives me the strength to struggle.

Shawn & Mel, this is what Ren wrote about this song & his friend that committed suicide: @RenMakesMusic 12 days ago Today I want to write something beautiful and eloquent but I’ve been staring at my computer screen for the past 10 minutes blankly. So I’ll just write. Today, the 1st of June is my friend Joe’s birthday. I first met Joe when I was 8 years old, my friend Josh said I had to meet this guy, so we both walked over to his, it took about 10 minutes from my house. I was greeted by this kid covered head to toe in freckles, he grinned at us, climbed onto the back of his sofa and screamed “Swanton Bomb!” then front flipped off the top and landed right onto his back on a stone floor. He lay still for a moment, twitched a few times, then got up, grinned at us, brushed himself off, and did it again. This was Joe. He’d do anything to make people laugh. He ended up becoming one of my best friends. He was there when we stole our first cigarettes out of his mums pack, way too young. He was there when I had my first kiss, with a girl twice my size on the back of the 42 bus. He was there when I first got so drunk I threw up in the woods after drinking as much white lightning Cider as we could. I was there when he did his first backflip on skates, and saw him do a 720 off of the pier cave, that moment became legendary. Joe was the funny one in our friend group, he’d make us laugh till it hurt. No one had a bad word to say about him. It was impossible not to like him. Usually we put celebrities, athletes and actors on pedestals, turn them into role models and admire them from a far. The person I admired was Joe. Him and Sagar knew every word to the songs id write, we’d get drunk at parties and they’d be singing along as loud as they could. It gave me a lot of confidence back then. On Christmas Eve 2010 I was sitting in a pub with Joe, he’d been feeling low after a couple of consecutive break ups. He tried to check himself into a mental health outpatient facility a few weeks earlier but they turned him away because he didn’t have an appointment. He turned to me and said that sometimes he wished he could just walk into the sea and keep walking. He said it in a kind of half joking throw away comment type of way, then took a sip of his drink, walked over to the juke box and put Dig by Incubus on. If I knew that was the last time I’d see Joe id have hugged him, told him how much I loved him, how much I looked up to him, how much we all loved him, and I wouldn’t have left that pub. I didn’t know that, so I finished my drink, said happy Christmas and left. Two nights after Christmas I got woken up by a phone call at 3am, it was my friend Ella. She told me Joe was on the Menai Bridge, a large suspension bridge connecting the main land to the isle of Anglesey where we lived. He’d been on the phone to her in tears saying goodbye. He told her to tell everyone he loved them. I pulled on my clothes as fast as I could and started running toward the bridge. It was up a hill. I lived about a ten minute walk away, I could run it in five. As I ran I started dialling then redialing his number. The line was busy, which was a good sign, it meant he was still on the phone to someone. As I got about halfway, the busy tone changed. It told me the line was out of service. I got a sinking feeling and picked up my speed. I arrived to the bridge minutes after I left my house. It was deafeningly quiet. I was the first person to arrive. I got there probably about 2 minutes too late. Joe’s body was never found. Initially we refused to believe he was gone. The coastguard came out that night, with boats, and helicopters. Me and my friends spent the next 10 days putting up missing posters everywhere we could, walking up and down beaches with flashlights, getting about 3 hours sleep a night. When you’re walking up and down a beach with a torch when its dark everything looks like a body. We still haven’t found Joe. As his birthday came around, I wrote a song, freckled angels, a song I dedicated to Joe which I sang in front of his friends and family. A charity football match was put on for him, raising money for the RNLI where I won two bottles of wine in a raffle, I drank them both as quickly as I could, naturally, turned to my friend and probably slurred something along the lines of “This is the last time I ever drink” That was 12 years ago, I haven’t touched a drop of alcohol since. My first ever album I named Freckled Angels in tribute of one of the best people I ever knew. Skip forward some years. I’d been sitting on this song I wrote a few years ago. It always felt a little incomplete. It was going to be my next release, but I was dreading it because of this feeling of incompletion. I decided, very last minute, to do something about it. I sat by my piano, and the rest of the song fell out of me. I hadn’t thought about Joe in a little while, and the song initially wasn’t going to be about him, but the words all fell out of me. I wrote and recorded a whole 2 minutes extra, recording each part as I wrote it. Tears spewing out of my eyes pretty much the whole time, and decided not to do my usual thing of perfecting each line, I just recorded every line as it came. During this campaign I will be raising money for the RNLI, the group of brave men and women who spent hours tirelessly looking for Joe after the night he went missing. I'll also be donating 50% of the profit on all copies of the 'Freckled Angels' album directly to Joes family as a nice surprise gift. I will include links to the RNLI donation page below where 100% of the money will go to support them, I will be travelling to the UK later this month to make a music video, and have carved out a couple of days where I will travel to my home town on the isle of Anglesey to present the royal national lifeboat institution with a cheque of all the money raised. Turn on notifications for the video here: kzread.info/dash/bejne/oGd-sNafmZe8kpM.html Raising money for RNLI : www.justgiving.com/page/ren-gill-1685546882254?Link&/ren-gill-1685546882254& Freckled Angels album: renmakesmerch.com/products/freckled-angels-cd

U too are as real as it gets respect

Great reaction guys I love you both I've been watching you for just over a couple of years now it's great to see how far your channel has come in that time. Welcome to the renegades ha ha ren is truly a gift to us

Love and protect Ren xx ❤ take care of yourself everyone x

New sub, one for Ren and one for the pic of Prince.

@ShawnandMel4Life

Жыл бұрын

Thanks for the sub

Yes he is going through the symtoms of his illness and thoughts . Then 2nd verse added only a cople weeks ago

Great reaction and analysis. so heartfelt!

Hey brother n sister n law good music

He dives deep into the soul.

When you know there is no light at the end of the tunnel you have to build a fire right where you are. Good luck to all of you.

There must be those with whom we can sit down and weep, and still be counted as warriors.

I felt so bad for you both watching this. I just watched the smiles leave and the heaviness of it just hit. You even more than her seemed to be really affected by his words. Very much the same way I am.

The Meaning of Ren 2003-04-19 The core thought of Confucianism is Ren, but what is the meaning of Ren? Ren (or Rén) is the Confucian virtue denoting the good feeling a virtuous human experiences when being altruistic. Ren is exemplified by a normal adult's protective feelings for children. It is considered the inward expression of Confucian ideals. Yan Hui, Confucius's most outstanding student, once asked his master to describe the rules of Rén and Confucius replied, "One should see nothing improper, hear nothing improper, say nothing improper, do nothing improper." Confucius also defined Rén in the following way: "wishing to be established himself, seeks also to establish others; wishing to be enlarged himself, he seeks also to enlarge others." Another meaning of Rén is "not to do to others as you would not wish done to yourself." Confucius also said, "Rén is not far off; he who seeks it has already found it." Rén is close to man and never leaves him. Nature of Rén Rén relies heavily on the relationships between two people, but at the same time encompasses much more than that. It represents an inner development towards an altruistic goal, while simultaneously realizing that one is never alone, and that everyone has these relationships to fall back on, being a member of a family, the state, and the world. Rén is not a concept that is learned; it is innate, that is to say, everyone is born with the sense of Rén. Confucius believed that the key to long-lasting integrity was to constantly think, since the world is continually changing at a rapid pace. There have been a variety of definitions for the term Rén. Rén has been translated as "benevolence", "perfect virtue", "goodness" or even "human-heartedness". When asked, Confucius defined it by the ordinary Chinese word for love, ai, saying that it meant to "love others". Rén also has a political dimension. Confucianism says that if the ruler lacks Rén, it will be difficult for his subjects to behave humanely. Rén is the basis of Confucian political theory; the ruler is exhorted to refrain from acting inhumanely towards his subjects. An inhumane ruler runs the risk of losing the Mandate of Heaven or, in other words, the right to rule. A ruler lacking such a mandate need not be obeyed, but a ruler who reigns humanely and takes care of the people is to be obeyed, for the benevolence of his dominion shows that he has been mandated by heaven. Confucius himself had little to say on the active will of the people, though he believed the ruler should definitely pay attention to the wants and needs of the people and take good care of them. Mencius, however, did state that the people's opinion on certain weighty matters should be polled. Rén also includes traits that are a part of being righteous, such as hsin, meaning to make one's words compliment his actions; li, which means to properly participate in everyday rituals; ching, or "seriousness"; and yi, which means right action. When all these qualities are present, then one can truly be identified as a chün tzu (君子), or "superior man," which means a morally superior human being. Confucians basically held the view that government should be run by ethically superior human beings who concentrate solely on the welfare of the people they govern

You guys are awesome!

the tone of the first section, the tune, is so accurately muted, depressed, traumatized, obsessive -- once you start considering suicide the thoughts keep circling back, one ideates and even rehearses - having spent a lot of time by the tracks watching trains go by 6 feet away, I'm particularly affected by the railroad sequences - in the end, one thing to consider is that you don't deserve to die like that, you're a decent person, and the child in your heart needs love, even if you have to love yourself to get it.

You didn't have a word to describe how it made you feel towards Ren for being completely transparent, I consider it a blessing.

I can't listen to this without crying. My girl took her life about 5 years ago I still miss her RIP Alicia I miss u ❤😢

@ShawnandMel4Life

Жыл бұрын

So very sorry, prayers for you ❤

Ren is a blessing.

I was so sorry to hear about your family member. Please look after each other, especially at this time.

thank you for reacting to my favourite artist ever, Ren is starting a movement of love ❤❤

THERES ALWAYS ANOTHER WAY, ALL PROBLEMS CAN BE FIXED. IT MIGHT NOT BE EASY, BUT THERES ALWAYS A SOLUTION. ALWAYS

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Imagine... being a couple minutes late feom saving your best friends life! Then... spending 10 years of misdiagnosis and drug experiments that tore you up! And then there's the Pain too!!! Imagine that!!! PS... He's fine... Not considering it! Just wrote the track about what it's like on the other side of the action!

My Dad had over 7 of his friends commit Suicide… From the Age 13 to 40… I can’t imagine what he goes through in his an the guilt he carries in his heart… One of them as his Father that he found … I hurt for my Dad… If you think someone isn’t acting right check on them… Please 😢 they may need you…

Thank you guys!

This is about his friend Joe Hughes, who committed suicide.

This one kinda broke me.

I wish you had a better quality camera to record these videos. Its like you are using a soft focus lens like they used on those very old 1980s 1990s TV shows to hide how old the actresses were. I am guessing its 240p while the vids you react to are 1080p to my eyes. Seems a odd & lets down how good you are with what you both say.

This video was created entirely using AI

The video is too small and the captions are useless plus they are over the top of the clip Not trying to be a pain but gee with those graphics we would like to see them. The first part is about Ren the 2nd about his best friend Joe. Ren said he would never do it after experiencing losing him.