I used to have a teacher who always said that the pen is a tool of the devil, because it doesn’t forgive your mistakes. If that is so, I guess tattoos are his preferred instrument of choice since it is so permanent. And yet, I want one.
I find the commitment to something that permanent and irreversible a beautiful and much too rare act.
In spite of what my teacher said, it’s almost as if it’s a metaphor for God’s love. No matter what, it is always there and you cannot get away from it no matter what you do or what you believe.
Some might say that I’m stretching the deeper meaning of tattoos a bit, but I do believe that that is how God’s love works and tattoos, at least to me, serve a purpose of illustrating that.
With that being said, I’m super scared of getting one. Because after all, what if I do regret it? Or what if it doesn’t turn out the way I pictured it? So to this day all I have been doing is finding inspiration for the day I decide to muster enough courage to actually go through with it.