Among the things that intrigue me, tattoos have always played a prominent role. Not so much for the designs or sayings themselves, but much more for the desire or courage to embrace such a lasting mark.
People get tattooed to express love, hate, belief, disbelief, pure exhibitionism, and even to compensate for shyness in gestures or words. Tattoos are not explained by themselves; there is always a reason or prior induction.
No matter how much pleasure or regret some may bring, one thing is certain: the person fulfilled a desire, whether in a discreet and tiny petal of a flower or in a huge and questionable monster of darkness.
I believe everyone has their taste and the right to fulfill it.
I didn’t start thinking about tattoos during a rock concert, a motorcycle rally, or a report on prisoners, although the latter word is directly linked to the issue. I thought about tattoos while following the continuous suffering of people who cannot free themselves from certain marks of the past. Symbols that are often the result of situations they could not avoid. Tattoos that were not desired.
Many times these situations arise from specific organic factors such as height, skin marks, and physical weaknesses, whether congenital or acquired; but most of the time, failure ends up being the greatest wound.
The feeling of inferiority seems natural when we refer to children who are discriminated against or even abused in their homes or institutions, yet it is increasingly common to find people overcoming precisely because of these sufferings. Everyday heroes who do not need to reveal themselves, as they have become accustomed to savoring and feeling the taste of victories, daily and alone.
Inferiority is generated and maintained by the fear of the next failure. People remain in constant anxiety, that is, they live in fear of future fears, and in this way, they store and lose themselves in a complex process of retention and control of functionless energies.
They suffer in advance, solving neither future disturbances nor present problems, which results in having to endure their own existence full of guilt, which most of the time, were assumed unnecessarily.
Assuming unreal guilt may be the most sadistic and subtle method of suicide.
A person starts by admiring the simple way others live and believes that their suffering is merely a result of their own incompetence or ignorance. As a rule, the process of somatization begins, where the body expresses suffering through various symptoms such as: excessive sweating, tachycardia, vomiting, headaches, muscle pain, difficulty breathing, etc…
As we all know, it is not enough to just treat the symptoms; it is necessary to find the causes and destroy them, or learn to live with them.
Any doctor recognizes that it is easier and more effective to treat an exposed wound than a disease with mild and unexpected symptoms, because in the first case we have the possibility of excising the problem with perhaps a painful, yet objective action. In the second, while seeking to understand a complex diagnosis, there is a risk that the process will spread and kill the body.
It is necessary to rethink and redistribute the guilt of our history.
I do not mean to judge the world and position oneself as a victim, as that would indeed be a cowardly and aimless attitude. Distributing guilt is observing how the mistakes, whether intentional or innocent, of our parents, friends, teachers, bosses, and others can be the reasons for what weakens us. The very excess of care and love often suffocates us, and from them, we become dependent on achieving them externally, not believing in our ability to produce them.
More and more, people are allowing themselves to be marked by unwanted symbols or tattoos: reaching a point where they do not allow themselves the right to think of freedom, relief, and pleasure.
People marked by failures in childhood, in marriage, by comparisons with siblings or cousins, who are always more beautiful or intelligent, by unnecessary nicknames, by