This Is Me
A reflection of a moment in time
I never imagined I’d be a tattoo guy, but it’s happening, slowly but surely. I got a new one this past week. I’ve gotten most of my tattoos in Japan, and others in South Korea, Thailand, Portugal, and two on my recent trip home to Los Angeles. Whether heartfelt and well-thought-out or half-baked and impulsive, tattoos tell a story, and I like that.
When I ask people if they have tattoos, they often say that they want one, they just don’t know what to get.
It’s a logical answer, as tattoos are permanent, and we want them to be something we won’t one day regret. We may have an idea that we like now, but we wonder, will I regret it in five, twenty, fifty years?
My approach is that if a tattoo gives me joy and reflects a moment in time, then it’s worth it. I may look at one or two of my tattoos in the future and shake my head smiling, but I won’t regret them.
I’m proud of who I was. I like who I am. Tattoos remind me that each chapter of life is what we make of it. That we are constantly changing, growing, stumbling, moving forward.
Who we were is nothing to be ashamed of.
Who we are is a soul who’s trying with what we know and what we have here and now. My tattoos mean something to me, not because they express who I am at…
