After having had such a long conversation with that person who is your guide, there was something in my heart that I could not get out, or as a friend of mine put it, the anxiety of marking my arm with something that could not be erased.
In the beginning was the great fantasy of a thing called tattoo, that was an idea since I was very small, but I could not do it, my age could not support, I had disadvantages, until I made the decision of a pen, "Which was the beginning of my great madness".
Every day I was handing my arm with mutual words, but there was a very special word for me, which was, Jesus. Everyone kept telling me stop scratching yourself, you might fade away, and then I didn't pay attention.
Till that day I remember, it was a Saturday afternoon, what started as a game was becoming reality, all the anxiety of finishing and it was over that day, the tattoo became reality, you can believe that instead of being happy, I felt a great sadness in me.
Disobedience invaded my being, not conforming, everyone saw me and judged and condemned me, but everything has its consequence, don't you believe it, I learned that you can't allow anyone to mark your future with a wide pen, that not letting them become the tattoo of shame, even though it is a nice word, not everyone thinks the same! But being different and right is what makes you unique and special, for those who will not reject you, life is not cruel, because life is beautiful, and that life is God.