Tattoo Taboo

So I'm getting my tattoo done this Tuesday morning. After booking it I just couldn't wait for the day to come for getting it done. Honestly. I would've got it done on Thursday when I booked it if it wasn't already so late in the day. But yeah, only 2 more sleeps and off I got to leave another mark on my body. Which brings me to my next rambling point.

My friends are kind of wtf about my tattoo. They keep trying to talk me out of it, and I don't really get it. For a lot of people tattoos seem like this thing that they all want to get, but since it's permanent and they can't really decide on what they want they don't do it. In the case of my friends they also try to convince me not to do it. But they failed.

The way I see it, tattoos aren't that much different from birth marks or scars. The only difference is that I choose when I get a tattoo, what it looks like, and where it goes. But just like all the scars I have, this tattoo tells a story, or has a meaning. It's important to me. I imagine that if I were a religious person that I'd get some holy message from the Quran, but I'm not. There are only a few things I truly believe in, or strive for, or feel. All things that I know first hand, and all things that are real. This first tattoo is the thing I try to believe in the most. The thing that I try the hardest to fight for, and achieve. It's also something I've lost, something that I miss. Something that isn't coming back to me.

There are some things I need to do before I go. These tattoos are one of those things.