Tattoos. My whole life, I’ve been told not to get one. And for a while, I listened. I didn’t really feel the need to get one and thought the warnings were valid.
“You’ll regret it,” they said. “What if you don’t like it later?”
Honestly, the idea of living with something permanent on my body was intimidating. But here’s the issue: I’m not a kid anymore. I’m 20 now, and when one hit this age, there’s this feeling of wanting to make one’s own decisions, no matter what anyone else thinks.
The truth is, when people tell me not to do something, it only makes me want to do it more. So, when winter break came around, and I was stuck at home with nothing to do – I thought, why not? If not now, when?
Of course, I wasn’t going to get just anything. I wasn’t about to make a snap decision and pick something off the wall like I was in some random tattoo shop. It had to be something that meant something to me. Something with real significance.
I promised myself that whatever I chose would have meaning because this is something I’ll have on my body for the rest of my life.
No regrets, right?
And then it hit me: “C’est la vie.” It’s French for “This is the life.” It’s kind of my motto, in a way.
Life has a way of throwing curveballs, and events don’t always go as planned. For me, “C’est la vie” isn’t just a phrase it’s a reminder that life is unpredictable, and sometimes one just has to accept it. Instead of dwelling on the parts that don’t go right, one should just roll with it, brush it off, and keep moving forward.
It wasn’t about trying to make everything sound deep or philosophical; it was more about embracing the truth that not everything in life is in our control.
Sometimes, life just happens, and the best approach is to acknowledge that and move on without stressing too much over it. Getting it tattooed on me was like a small way of honoring that mindset a reminder that life’s ups and downs are just part of the ride. It was a way to make it official, and on my terms.
So, I went ahead and did it. When the tattoo needle first touched my skin, I didn’t feel any hesitation or doubt. I felt sure about it, like I was doing something that made sense for me, something that matched who I am. It wasn’t about trying to prove anything or make a statement to anyone else. It was just about me, and my personal reminder to not take life too seriously.
