I’ve wanted a tattoo since I was a kid.
I like the thought that our bodies are transient. I like that tattoos will change, fade, and disfigure as we grow old because it mirrors our passage through life and a tattoo acts like any other scar we carry.
This design is one I put together, and kept in my own handwriting. The two circles of words are antiparallel and begin on opposite ends. The inside reads: “om mani padme hum” (written in Tibetan) which is a mantra commonly used by Buddhist tantric choirs as a form of meditation focused on self-improvement of the mind and body. For me, it combines my love of music with a constant reminder of my values and my desire to achieve both physical discipline and enlightenment.
The outer ring is inspired by a Buddhist calligraphy artist and is the Tibetan script for the Four Noble Truths, which I interpret as:
1. Life inherently contains suffering
2. All suffering has a cause
3. The cessation of suffering is obtainable
4. The Path of Enlightenment will alleviate suffering
(In other words: Suffering is a truth. Acknowledge it, find it’s root cause, and bring yourself out of suffering by following the Buddhist Path).
It is very much about being your own “savior” and strengthening your will to achieve complete control over how you let life affect you and how you will act to help strengthen those around you.
As a whole, it represents my desire to follow “The Path” of secular Tibetan Buddhism as I interpret it in a non-religious fashion.
When I got my tattoo, my mom didn’t speak to me for a few days, which has never happened before in my life. (Though eventually she came around and even called my tattoo beautiful.)
She truly admires pure, unmarked skin (think Bouguereau), and was afraid that I would regret my decision. Partly because of the skin cancer that runs in our family (and because her own skin is blemished with sun-spots from her youth), but also because of my sister’s illness. I have a sister recovering from self harm who has mutilated herself to such an extent that her arms are a completely different texture than normal skin.
I understand my mother’s fear. She doesn’t want us to hate ourselves for altering our bodies. And she wants us to be accepted by our peers without judgement and without the horrible stigma on mental disease.
But my point is that I was never worried about people accepting it. We choose the marks we put on ourselves. It doesn’t matter if anyone else approves of them or understands them because they belong only to ourselves.
In a way, the three of us are the same. Marked with sun-spots, cancer treatments, tattoos, and scars. Our marks are a record. They remind us that our past is real, and more importantly, that we survived it.
In their own way, they are motivation to keep improving ourselves. And they are always beautiful.
this guy was trying to buy my strongest potions and now he’s educating himself how precious is that
he keeps asking me all these questions about my potions and he’s like “so basically it’s about letting knights buy weaker potions without being judged for it” and I was like yea and he was like “oh okay that’s so simple why dooesn’t everyone buy weaker potions” it’s precious
update: I sold him my strongest potions
forgetting to check pirate’s cove like
A Computed Tomography scan of the human body from head to toe
please love yourself