Fearless

Long ago I picked up the guitar and learned to strum a few chords. My first song was Taylor Swift’s “Teardrops on my Guitar.” My little teenage self adored the melody and lyrics and my fingers were able to pick up the rhythm, so I sang and played my heart out.

I still enjoy her shallow-but-catchy songs when I hear them on the radio thumbing through channels. And I still really want her hair.

She has an album title song called “Fearless.” It’s cute, fun, and all about that adorable boy who makes her fearless.

But…(you knew there had to be a ‘but’, right?)

I can’t help but wonder about the true meaning of fearless when I hear the song lyrics.

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