Thursday, March 19, 2009

Branded for Life

I've never really had a burning desire for a tattoo. Tattoos really aren't popular among my family. A few years ago my sister decided to get a tattoo, well no one really knew about her decision until she came home with a bandage on her foot. She had gotten a hibiscus flower. My mother threw an unexpected fit, and raved on how she always told us how she hated tattoos (she never did). Well I didn't think much of it until recently. For the past year or so I've been thinking about tattoos and how I feel about them. Honestly I don't think its fair to generalize and say tattoos are good or bad, tacky, or cool. And honestly I don't really care what other people think about them either. I have just been trying to figure what one would mean to me and I have come to a conclusion. For the kind of person I am, I would have to wholeheartedly believe and love in the symbol to allow myself to be branded with something permanently (well mostly permanent seeing as how there is surgery and what not). If I were to get a tattoo it would be a symbol of my undying belief in something. I have few undying beliefs and most of them relate to my faith. I am not religious per se, but I do believe in God. I also believe that God has plans for everyone, yet he gives freedom of choice. I think the tree of life is perfect for a tattoo, and I'm going to get it because I'll love it forever, and it will always be a reminder. This is a picture of what I'm going to get.

The Journey

Full of confusion
The path is laid before you
Destiny Awaits...
Thought I'd write a haiku at 5 in the morning =]