For my birthday this year, I got a tattoo on my arm that says ------.
I wanted something I could look at when life's inevitable shit comes for me:
Plane crashes, tsunamis, earth quakes, fucking religious extremists and the more probable breast cancer.
I would look at my arm and tell myself not to take it personal.
Because shit happens, and it just might happen on me one day.
I just saw a woman whose husband got killed in a bomb blast at the Erawan shrine in Bangkok. She was talking about how she would remember the good times she'd had with her husband with a smile while bravely fighting away the tears.
I look at my arm and realise I wouldn't want to see ------ if that was me.
It would be no consolation.