I've always fancied the idea of getting a tattoo. Lately, I've been toying with different designs and just playing around with ideas. I came across this tattoo and the first thing that stuck out to me was the design of it. I thought it looked great and started playing around with the same style but with a quote or verse of my own.
As I began looking at it more and more, doing my best to mimic it-- and failing-- the quote began hitting me harder and harder.
Ari, a name, I like it. It's fairly uncommon, unique in its own ways, easy to write. But I didn't pick it.
My parents, Mom and Dad, I like them. They're loving, encouraging, and great people. But I didn't choose to be their son.
The United States, a country, I like it. It's well-off, prosperous, and known for its freedom. But I didn't ask to live here.
The list goes on.
How strange it is to be anything at all, especially an "anything" that can buy things with a little plastic card, go and get water whenever I want, and even pray to God openly. How strange indeed.
How strange it is to have shoes that are in one piece.
How strange it is to sleep on a clean mattress.
How strange it is that "there is nothing to eat in the fridge".
How strange it is to own a fridge.
How strange it is to dread getting an education.
I didn't choose to be the "anything" I am, but I can choose to do what I will with the everything I am. I choose thankfulness and I choose love.
Thankfulness-- I have clothes to wear and food to eat, what more could I possibly need?
Love-- "I've decided to stick with love for hate is too great a burden to bear."
How strange it is to be anything at all.
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