I was playing around with videos, making myself laugh.  I put up this video on the Party, Bitches page, a song nobody here could possibly like, but I find it funny.  It’s called Fancy.  There is a country song called Fancy too, both songs with the theme of standing out or making it out of … well … the wrong side of town, about standing tall even when others might not view you as someone who should.  This post is not about that song, but about a particular tattoo.  I’m not into tattoos, but there is one kind of tattoo I like — words, in pretty script, on the inside of the arm.  Lady Gaga has the first of those I saw that I liked.  Hers says something about music, something I can no longer remember, and for that reason wouldn’t suit me.  The artist in the new video I was watching has a tattoo.  I wonder if I was supposed to see this video I was playing around with today, not for the video, not for the song, not for my joke that David Lee Roth should solo-sing-play this song, but for this young woman’s tattoo.  The artist’s tattoo was one of those inside-the-arm tattoos of words, hers on her forearm, so I was interested enough to search more so that I could get a closer picture that would let me read the words.  I searched: “Iggy Azalea’s tattoo,” and then stopped dead-still when I saw the words.  Those words?  Nothing is more true, at least not for me.  Recently, in the deepest reaches of my mind, I’ve been blaming myself for who I am, for situations I cannot control, for people who do not believe in me, who lost their belief in me.  Trust Your Struggle.  That is a direct message to me.  I will never be one to give up on love, on the need to persevere, no matter the struggle.  People walk away from love … for comfort.  People settle … so they will not fear.  People accept … what they are given.  I want more.  I want it all.  I want real love.  I want a life that is my own.  And I don’t care if I struggle.  Because I trust the struggle.  No, I’m not getting a tattoo, even though I might of thought about it if I were young, but somewhere that I can see this every minute of every day, probably in paint on the living room wall, I’m writing this …

Trust Your Struggle