On tattoos.

When I see people with large portions of their body covered in tattoos, I wonder what previous life they might have lived, or what life they will eventually live, or if they will never change.

What previous life would have put them in a position to think that permanent full limb or body ink would age gracefully? A life where aging gracefully is not a consideration? Guilty.

Or maybe they will eventually move on but not really move on because you never really move on from tattoos. Or maybe they will never move on, which might be the most tragic thing of all.

This started as a random thought and grew into a bad sermon. Sorry.