
It means no worries for the rest of your days
It's my problem-free philosophy
Hakuna Matata
I finally got my first tattoo, and I am over the moon! I've been wanting one for years, but it was always 'cause I thought it was cool, and not because I wanted something meaningful. And also, for the longest time, I've been terrified of the pain that comes with getting a tattoo.
But recently, I've gotten enlightenment. When life got tough during the past couple of years, I fell into a frenzy - relationships didn't work out, jobs wasn't satisfying enough, I was lonely, and I just needed more and wanted more. I threw myself into work, but I wasn't truly happy because I was fretting. I fretted about everything and anything. I worried about never getting enough out of my career, and I worried about eventually being left on the shelf because I wasn't good enough for anyone.
But then one day, I told myself to just forget it about. Forget about all my worries and just take each day at a time. Work picked up. I realized that if you keep complaining about something, you don't give it a chance to win you over. I realized how much I loved my job and I loved my industry. And at the same time, it gave me the courage to move on. Which seems ironic, but no. It gave me the strength to see past the whining and finally want to make a change. And here I am now, in a company that I think truly reflects my personality and interests.
I also decided to give matters of the heart a rest. I figured the more you try to search for it, the more you won't find anything. So I worked and worked, worked hard. Yea I had a few times when I felt like I met somebody I could get along with, but when it didn't work out, I didn't mope much over it too much. I didn't worry about it and just moved on. And look what I found now! I found my soulmate, my life partner. I found the boy I know I will be spending the rest of my life with.
After watching 'The Lion King' musical, the words 'Hakuna Matata' kept ringing in my head. And I finally decided that from this day forth, that will be my life motto - to have no worries. I will try my bestest to live my life that way. And so now I have 'Hakuna Matata' inked on my forearm, so I can remind myself daily to just let go of my worries. Once you let go of it, happiness will find its way. And also, 'The Lion King' is a huge part of my childhood - back when life was carefree and innocent. I will always wanna remember those days and life live like that.
I always knew that when I get my first tattoo, it will be something meaningful. I'm not one of those girls who would get a butterfly or heart or someotherfunnyshape inked on their body just because it looks 'pretty' or 'cool'. I know that a tattoo is permanent, so I wanna be able to look at it everyday and be reminded of something, and not just abuse my body with ink, and not to mention pain.
When I finally decided to get 'Hakuna Matata' inked on my arm, my biggest hurdle was not the fear of pain, but my Dad. He's an old-fashioned man who feels like a tattoo is tagged with negative connotations, and that if you have a tattoo, you belong to a certain class of people. He was not personally against anyone who had a tattoo, but just afraid of how others would view his daughter if she got a tattoo. When I mentioned getting one, he blew his top. Now, I don't often see my Dad lose his temper, especially at me. I can count, with one hand, the number of times he ever lost his temper at me. But this time he did, and it scared me.
But I knew I had to fight for this. It was something I really wanted. I pride myself on being someone who would never do anything to deliberately upset or disobey her parents. I knew that at the end of the day, if my Dad was adamant about objecting the tattoo, I would not get it. Many people told me to go ahead, 'cause after all I'm his daughter, how long can be stay mad at me? And I knew that was true. I knew that he won't stay mad for long, because he loves me too much. But I was not going to take advantage of that love. If he didn't want me to get it, I wouldn't. I will not disrespect the man who made me who I am today.
So I knew I had to change his mind. I plead my case, but he didn't budge. At the end of the day, it was my Mom who won him over with her moving speech. Fact is, I don't really know what she said, but she talked him into allowing me to get one. And so I had his permission.
My next hurdle was getting over the fear. I was this close to throwing up just before entering the shop. Thank God for my amazing boyfriend who managed to calm my nerves and held my hand tightly throughout the entire process. When the needle went across my skin, I was shocked. Not shocked because of the pain, but shocked because it really was not as bad as I thought it would be. I mean, it did hurt, of course it did, but it was really okay! A bearable pain! And that's coming from me! A scaredy cat!
All in all, I love my tattoo. I don't understand how people can get addicted to this though. It freaking hurts! But that being said, I know this won't be my last. Will probably get another soon together with my boyfriend!
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