We ask ourselves numerous questions everyday, but we do not hold the answers. We live in a world where tragedies seem to outscore victories, but that makes everything appear much more complicated. The people we love are taken from us so soon, and yet we begin to blame everything on ourselves for the things we could have done differently. God has a plan for each and every one of us. We go through inevitable epidemics that change our lives greatly, and we get scars from these epidemics that haunt us for the rest of our lives. My experiences have changed me in ways I do not think I will ever be the same, and that very idea is scary. I look back on the past eight years I have lived, and I realize how my life will never be the same. I hold in the tears, puff out my chest, and let everyone around me know that everything is going to be okay. When all of that is said and done, I return home, close my door, and tears come streaming down my face like a waterfall with a heavy current. Tears let you leak out the pain you feel inside, and it is a never-ending battle between happiness and sadness. I hide away my pain because I need to be there for everyone else. I need to be the strong woman my parents raised me to be, and showing any sign of sadness makes me weak. But what happens when all of the pain I have endured becomes too unbearable? You can only hold it and be strong for so long.
While it’s no surprise that we’re big Taylor Swift fans in this household, something about this newest album release felt different. On the eve of the drop, anticipation ran high. Some of us drifted off to sleep with visions of glitter, feathers, and showgirls twirling in our minds. Others fueled up on caffeine, determined to stay awake until the clock struck twelve. And when it did—on October 3—we were ready for it. But this time, I chose sleep. The next morning, headphones in hand, I pressed play as soon as I woke up—and almost immediately, I felt something shift. Taylor’s music has always been deeply relatable—that’s never been in question. The Life of a Showgirl follows the forever-endearing The Tortured Poets Department, an album I adored with every ounce of my being. That record proved what so many of us already knew: Taylor is a poet at large. Naturally, expectations for this new album were sky-high. The Life of a Showgirl promised to peel back the curtain—to reveal life beyond ...
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