Tattoo’s accepted but I don’t have one
Yesterday I mentioned some of the holidays I grew up with. The way my parents handles the variety of days, rituals and ideas, was in a practical manner. This is why I think I tend to be a practical results oriented individual. Also they taught me that happiness is from the inside, no one else can make you happy, however they made sure that I knew: Sorrow shared is halved, while joy shared is doubled. The easiest way to get someone else to smile according to my mom was to start with your own smile, and share it. If you were having a bad day, then you should try to find one thing to smile about. Then think of another reason to smile, soon those dark clouds above you turned, gray then a ray of sunshine would poke though. Even when days were saddened by a loved one’s death, we grieved, but we remembered all the good times we had with that person. This helped to keep us from being stuck in the moment of loss, and helped us to remember that the person had been part of our lives, and would continue to be an influence as a good memory. The same attitude allows me to accept the differences in people I meet. For example, although I have never gotten a tattoo, doesn’t mean I don’t accept them. Some cultures and even some Buddhists consider them to be wards, marks of blessing, or show affiliation. The same of body piercings, I haven’t gotten one, yet have willing admired my lady friends earrings, and the way they added to her natural beauty. I know of one who I grew up with who had a tattoo back in high school, she had a small rose tattooed in a place that is seldom seen. Her motivation was that it reminded her of hidden beauty. To her it was a reminder that beauty was not always seen upon first glance, rather it might take time and the right conditions before it blossomed, and delighted the senses.