I finally did it. I got a tattoo. I have wanted one for so long that it is almost shocking to actually have. If not for the occasional sting of pain I wouldn't notice it. It looks beautiful. It has the words Master of Fate entwined in vines on my left foot. I got this based on the end of my favorite poem that I will post at the end of this blog. Eventually I plan to get Captain of Soul on my other foot. Someday perhaps even more of the poem somewhere else. It was a great experience. I was with two great friends, and I know I'll always remember when I look at it. It gave me a sense of freedom to have a tattoo finally. It meant a lot. I feel grown, I feel independent. No one can control me. I am myself. Nothing more and nothing less. I need no one. I stand strong. It is just a great feeling.
Invictus
William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
for my unconquerable soul.
~
In the fell clutch of Circumstance,
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of Chance,
my head is bloody, but unbowed.
~
Beyond this place of wrath and tears,
looms but the Horror of the shade,
and yet the menace of the years,
finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
~
It matters not how strait the gate,
how charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
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