And Still I Rise...

So, lately I've been entertaining the thought of getting another tattoo. My first one hurt with pain beyond anything I've ever experienced before, but I'm a glutton for punishment. The real question is, what is important enough, to me, to have it permantently inked onto my flesh?

Currently, I'm drawn (no pun intended) to the mythical phoenix—a bird that dies a fiery death, only to be born again, rising from its ashes. The symbolism is staggering, and appropriate for body mutilation in light my life's recent "death" and "rebirth."

I am fascinated, and inspired, by the very fact that every tat, on every person, tells a story be it elaborate or mundane. 

In all honesty, I don't imagine I'll be going under the needle any time soon seeing as it took me 7 years, and giant push from a friend, to get first one affixed. However, the internal debate, and creation process, has begun with these images I've found on the world wide web. Only time will tell...