Several months ago I got a tattoo. I never expected to get one, nor do I strike most people as the tattoo type. Matter of fact, most people don’t even know I got inked. But I did.
My left bicep now reads: “Not all who wander are lost.” With the period. It felt conclusiveness.
It is a line from “All That is Gold Does Not Glitter”, a poem featured in the Fellowship of the Ring by J.R.R. Tolkien. It is actually paraphrased from the original quote “Not all those who wander are lost.” If only I had bigger arms could I leave the quote unmolested.
My best, and life-long friend, Andrew, is leaving for Afghanistan with the Marines this week. Months ago my roommate Aaron and I told him we would get inked with him before he went overseas. Being a man of my word, I followed through, despite their doubts. I could not think of an image that I would want permanently affixed to my body (as appealing as a dragon wrapped around a sword is). So I decided I wanted words. Which, in addition to my body being worth 1,000 words, it is now worth 1,006 words thanks to the help of some ink.
To me, this tattoo represents a time period of my life, and definitely means more than it says. And since I barely see it, I can’t regret it.
I like it.
I think it’s studly.
Notice how everyone (two people so far) has to make this somehow about them? ” I like it.” “I think it’s studly.”
Yeesh
Your tattoo is great.
See, not a subjective claim at all.
Happy birthday, sucka.
words are a classier approach to tattooing in my opinion…
Natalie: The only problem is I can’t read your tattoo.
I suppose you should learn greek then.