There are only two marks our life has, the date we are born and the day we die. And why not make every moment worthy to fulfill our greatest dreams in life rather than putting ourselves in despair of not getting up in the dust? It's only a matter o...
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"I have a plan," I said and they all stopped looking at the tattoo book to hear me out. "What if we all have a tattoo of the word 'YES'."
When I said that, all are confused and somehow think through it.
So, I explained it to them, "well, the story behind it is because of me. I know I'm sorry, but saying yes to every plan and suggestion brought me out of my comfort zone. I know the risks are playing with me by saying yes to it, but I wouldn't also know what's on the other side if I didn't pursue it. For me, just the word YES means so much to me. And if you think that'll be good to be a tattoo, then great! But you guys can still pick whatever tattoo you'd like. It's just my suggestion anyway."
When I said that and still saw the same confused reaction from them, at that point, I know that they won't do it and that's fine for me. I'm still gonna have a tattoo of it.
But then Lexie said, "let's go!" Even myself, I was surprised by what she said. She looked at her friends. "I think it was a good story for a tattoo as well. We've been traveling altogether and then we met people along the way, but here, Heather is one of those people. She's got a unique story which I believe the reason why we're all together is because of her. She brought us here at the tattoo shop to get a tattoo so I think let's just get it for her."
And then everyone agreed suddenly! I was surprised and somehow felt so good about it.
We all then prepared ourselves to get the tattoo. Lexie suggested we should tattoo it just above the cubital fossa--the opposite of the elbow. I hesitated at first to have it there since it would be very visible for someone like me who likes to wear shirts. But they all agreed to do it there so I did it anyway since they were going for my suggested tattoo as well. So, why not?
Each of us took only ten minutes. I was the last one to have it. When the tattoo artist asked me if it was my first time, he said that I shouldn't worry about it.
When he asked me if I'm getting it permanent or just the temporary one--since henna could be gone in a timely matter while permanent is obviously will be engraved on my skin forever. But I chose to have the permanent.
My parents would hate me if they saw it, but whatever. At least, once in my life, I did something for myself. When I meet the others and showed them what I have, they were so happy for me.
