I’m a 20-year-old, full-time student and elementary school teacher’s aide. I am both driven and hardworking, stubborn and hellbent, but there’s one adjective that I never thought I’d use to describe myself, and that is “struggling.” I’m not particularly a fan of the word. For the majority of my life, at least up until I decided to change it for myself, “struggling” meant that I was failing. It meant that I wasn’t doing what I needed to do to be the best version of myself. It wasn’t until a full breakdown finally drilled something in me that I needed to know all along—a struggle doesn’t mean failure; it’s an opportunity for undeniable growth.
Before you even ask, no, 1D stans are not okay right now. We’re melting, actually disintegrating. We’re on the struggle bus right now, that’s for sure, but it’s not for the wrong reasons. We’re drowning in all the new, unbelievable content that our five favorite human beings have been gracious enough to gift us. Between Zayn’s two new songs and once-in-a-lifetime selfie, Louis’s single, promo, and tour dates, Liam’s new songs and promo, Niall’s new song and promo, and Harry’s oddly active Twitter, confusing tweets, new single, and upcoming promo and tour dates, we’re emotionally overwhelmed by literally the idea of them existing right now. We’ll be okay (we think), but right now, a little understanding as to why we’re constantly on edge and stressed would be very much appreciated.
I went on a bit of a Twitter rant today. Not uncommon for me, but particularly strange when it comes to the subject matter. You see, I’ve been a fan of something, albeit that “something” always changes, but I’ve always loved something wholeheartedly. That being said, I know what it means to be a fan, and in my opinion, that word gets thrown around far too often.
Earlier this month, news broke of Harry Styles going to court to testify against a Spanish paparazzi that had been stalking him outside his home in London.
I don’t think I’m alone when I say this: when we listen to music, we often make connections to people. A certain song, no matter how subtle the message might be in reality, can make you think of a person; maybe even one you’ve never met. This is part of what makes music so personal. For every single person in the world, one song can take on so many different meanings. Then suddenly, the music that you’ve connected to these people make them feel closer than ever. You don’t have to imagine them; you can feel their presence. That’s the magic, I think.