A few of my friends were asking why I decided on the tattoo I did. I'm the kind of person who thinks a tattoo should be reserved for something that has meaning to you. I know a lot of people who just get random shit tattoo'ed onto them and it makes me sad. The girl who booked my tattoo had a giant pink walrus on her forearm. Maybe that did mean something deep, but wtf. XD Anywho..
"Time waits for no one."
I've always liked this quote, and I guess I could say that the last few months have put it into better perspective. When all the shit started to hit the fan and I was reeling from it all, time didn't mean much to me. I fell into my own little pit and stayed in there. I hardly spoke to anyone, I rarely even left the house.. yeah, it was a pretty lame time. But before I even knew it, about four months had passed while I was in my own little stand still. I was out of work, I wasn't in school, it was all pretty bleak and a lot had managed to go down the tubes while I was wallowing. I may have stopped, but life didn't. Time didn't. It really made me realize that time will go on with you, or without you.
Sure, the wallowing and the depression did make some sense considering what had happened, but I still find deep meaning in that quote. Not only does it remind me that time is ticking, and to pick up and move on, but it also mean something else to me. I guess it also tells me to just do it. Whatever "it" may be. Take a chance, take a risk, but do it because time is ticking. And it's not waiting. Maybe you're missing your chance to do something great.
This is your moment. Do it now.
