What’s it all mean?

HOPE is a good thing. Maybe the best of things. And no good thing ever dies.

It was over four years ago. My girlfriend, Em & I did what all parents fear: Yes, we got tattooed. But we were inspired, young, and free, I say (or just bored)! Whether it’s to illustrate, memorialize, inspire or express, tattoos tell stories. So, here’s the gist on this one.

I have bookshelves full of poetry, stacks of hand-written lyrics and quotes galore. I find myself getting lost in song and comforted by words. I’ll even drive around at night with the windows down just listening to music. Matter of fact, a couple years ago, I discovered my mother possessed a similar hobby. I found five hand-written spiral notepads filled with poems, songs and sayings. Some of which I have heard and preached.

HOPE is tattooed on my left wrist in black cursive. Only when I’m walking away can you read it upright. And it’s something NO ONE can take away from me.

(Don’t worry, Mom. There’s always my friends at Aestheticare in case I need to lose it someday. 🙂 )

Hope. It is the only thing stronger than fear.