happiness
Happiness, defined; things that help you find happiness, keep it, and share it with others.
Tattooed Kiss
Inspired by the words spoken to by your silver tongue, “A stain on my Soul is your tattooed kiss.” My mantra for me is to remember that you still remember me when I am on the other end of the universe from you, in another world, separated by eternity, and have lost all hope. Sound that travels so far and is so small it can only be felt when I am absolutely still and that vibration of love, brings me back to life.
By Christine 5 years ago in Motivation
Two sides to every story..
When I was 16 in highschool; I had asked my mom about what she thought of tattoos. She didn’t like them and told me that if I ever did get one that I had to have meaning behind it. While in school; I was diagnosed with depression. Since I did want a tattoo; I decided that I would design one that had purpose and meaning behind it. I believe that a person has two sides of their body; the left side is the flow of your heart and what you believe in. And the right side is where you draw your strength from; where you came from and grew up with. It’s your grounded side. So I designed a tattoo to be on my left foot; so that whenever I felt depressed; or I wanted to do something harmful to myself in any way; that when I looked down at the ground and saw the back of my feet; I would have a reminder to look back up and keep my head held high. I wanted to incorporate my belief; and a reason to keep breathing. So I have a heart that can be connected into an infinity sign; with six circles on the outside of one side of the heart (circles are continuous; therefore represents the six days of the week) and a cross on the inside of the heart to represent God and the seventh day as Sabbath. This tattoo was my first tattoo of three; my second tattoo is on my left hand as well. I believe that if you love music; then it’s a type of air that keeps you alive; keeps you breathing, and steady. I didn’t want to just “follow the crowd” and get “music = air” written in cursive on my arm. But when I got bored in high school; I used to draw a music 🎵 note on my the top part of my left thumb; and would draw it in pen every day to the point I was getting a stain there and people would be asking me if it was real. In 2016, five years after my first tattoo; I went and got it done on my hand finally. So when you cover both notes; the middle of the note is blank to represent the “=“ sign; and the rest of the notes are not filled in to represent the “air”. My last tattoo is on my right ankle. It’s a cartoon character from the early 1930’s dark artist era Edward Gorey. The character is from his book called “The Doubtful Guest.” My late grandmother enjoyed this cartoon very much and told me it reminded her of a child growing into a teenager and coming into a house and destroying it for 18 years. This character on my ankle is also holding a rose in representation of my other late grandma whom loved to garden and roses were her favorite flower. The scarf on him is in representation of my mom and myself as we enjoy the Harry Potter series; and the small ball is a golf ball to represent my father and grandfather whom both loved to play. They are on my ankle because without an ankle you have no support; and they are my support system; the roots to my being. I hope you enjoyed these tattoos as I have creating them. My father recently passed two days after my birthday last month and I plan on getting his last voicemail on my right inner arm of a sound wave of his voice. It’s the last time I heard his voice before ALS took it away from him completely.
By Kelsey Mahl5 years ago in Motivation
Living Canvass
Hello! I’m an addict named Trisha! That’s how I have been introducing myself for 17 years now. Living in the self-centeredness of active addiction nearly ended me. Today I am blessed to be living clean & free from all kind & mood altering substances!
By Patricia Ellis5 years ago in Motivation
What Is Life
What is life?—it's something I've always asked my mom, my friends, and every guy I've ever dated. What is the meaning of life, what is our purpose, why are we here? My oldest son was going through a tough time when he was 8 because his dad took his brother and sister away from him and it was just me and him on our own. He was always sad and one day he came and asked me, "What's the point in life, Mom?" All I could do was look at him and my eyes teared up. It's a question I've always wanted answers to and here I was sitting with my 8-year-old child who felt lost and alone. So I looked him in the eye and told him "The purpose of life is to be happy. Find your happiness."
By LeAnn Murch5 years ago in Motivation
HOPE
Setting the mood... Got my Lucky Charms, Spotify Music and about to type away on my laptop. Good morning ya'll! Currently ran across this photo (and will provide many background stories to my photographs in the future) and felt my heart melt and be touched a little bit.
By Kimberly Lueck5 years ago in Motivation
I've Lost Myself
I don't think we ever really know who we are until we've been through some shit. And let me tell you, I've been through some real tough shit in my life that I can clearly say I know who I am. But lately I have absolutely no idea who the hell I am.
By LeAnn Murch5 years ago in Motivation
Two Simple Words
The sun of the eternal city beats against my skin as our bodies rest on a wooden bench in the middle of Piazza Cavour. The vibrant, clear sky hovers above the aged, stone buildings surrounding the park. Cars circle this tiny island of fresh grass, the sound of their engines fill the background mixing with the voices and laughter from the groups gathered in the piazza.
By LIFE, by n.v.5 years ago in Motivation
Being Present for Real
My husband’s mother has been in and out of the hospital this past few months. This has been a journey of health challenges she has been facing for over a decade now. The last time she was ill my husband was away and so I had to go to visit with her three hours away and had to spend the night with her in the hospital. It made him happy and gave him peace, to know someone was there with her. Sometimes we take these things for granted. And in a society where we have been taught to expect opportunities and services as an entitlement, its crazy that in a few short months much of this has been stripped away. Nobody could have ever imagined that opportunities like spending time with our loved ones or supporting them and being able to connect with them physically to encourage them could be taken away. But in this era of COVID-19 that is exactly what has happened and much has changed, and many things often taken for granted has been taken away. And it has left the most vulnerable populations of the elderly, sick and recovering family members, friends and loved ones alone.
By TanYah Global5 years ago in Motivation
Just Like The Lotus
I always wanted a tattoo! So when I turned twenty-one, I decided to get one! Well, I wish someone would have warned me not to get one after having way too many drinks! It was my 21st birthday and my golden birthday at that! Me and ten friends went to celebrate and then after dinner I decided I was finally going to get my first tattoo! I walked in the tattoo shop and decided on the first picture I saw...a dolphin. Yes, a small blue dolphin! I never had an obsession for dolphins, much less swam with a dolphin, but for some crazy reason I was fixed on having one tattooed on my lower back! From the very next day until now, I have regretted that decision!
By Love•Lotus5 years ago in Motivation
Grabbing life by the walls
For 27 years I didn't have a body. When I was a tiny child I worked out that, despite my chromosomes vehemently disagreeing, I am male. But my small scared self couldn't quite process the disparity between my body and soul, let alone tell anyone. So I think my brain sort of detached itself as a survival mechanism. I floated aimlessly about with my mind lost to music, books, films and day dreams. You don't need a body to write and sing. I could be a floating mass of consciousness, my physical form serving as little more than a perfunctory vessel.
By Joe Williams5 years ago in Motivation
Slender Black Ink
The pages weren’t yellow when I first found them. It wasn’t the yellow brick road, but more like black stepping stones on a pale gray, faded manilla backdrop that blotted out a world of violence and the sweetness of death. Following that path I found someplace other than where I was. The first chapter book I read was the ‘Wizard of Oz’ by Frank Baum. There had been a mountain of Little Golden Books before that, shelves of them in my grandparents’ house. I’d already tried writing stories though. The first memory I have of writing a story was on a dark and not stormy night. I sat on the floorboards on the back seat of some car. I don’t know where my mom got the car. My ink was blue, the pages were in one of those rainbow pads. It was just me and Captain Kirk and some monster. When I look back to that moment, I expect I thought I was happy. I wasn’t. It was cold. I was hungry. I was probably seven, with long brown hair, and hunched over that little notepad, I wrote page after page in huge letters because I needed glasses and I thought that was normal. I thought I was happy.
By Duointherain5 years ago in Motivation
