Updated: Apr 1
On my birthday many years ago, I decided to get my first tattoo. You expect something original, deep meaning, interesting back story,...but no, I just saw a cool girl with a tattoo on the internet and brought that image to my friend and asked her just do it for me. I also decided it's the only tattoo in my whole life.
The difference is my tattoo has ever grown with me, like a tree. Year after year or after significant event that contribute to my growth, I'm gonna mark another ring on my shoulder to celebrate it. There was a year with smooth round ring, a little wavy ring year, a chaotic ring year... thickening and darkening with age.
"When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured." - Hermann Hesse