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The power of ;

Two years ago today, I got inked for the first time. For over a week I made plans with my bestie Pia as to what it is that I should get... I was confused between a dream catcher and ; ... it so happened that a few months prior to actually getting the tattoo, I read this piece on Facebook about the semicolon ';' as a tattoo and what it means. The semicolon, as a punctuation is used when the writer decides to continue a sentence at a point that could have been its end - interesting! I thought. After a lot of thought, I was convinced that this was who I was (while the real reason for not going ahead with the dream-catcher design was that secretly, I wasn't sure about getting a large design)

Thus al;ve was born.

Having lived with it for 2 years, I have come to realize that it truly resonates with me as a person and my life story.

I could have stopped doing a lot of things; but I didn't! In the past two years my life turned upside down from me hating the life that I loved so much to loving the body (my own) that I hated all these years, but all this while I was still perfectly alive!

Friends lost and friends earned,  weight lost - weight gained, that life does and will always keep throwing surprises at me, is the biggest lesson I learnt in 30 years.

People told me not to share my problems with the world; But I shared them with the cause of the problem! (That's me, you see!). To cry and laugh are the actual signs of being alive. I feel the world will be far more beautiful place if we were to accept raw emotions like children do! Being secretive was an art that I never learned and thank god for that! Had I been like that, the Semicolon would have become a Full stop long ago.
Many of my friends - young and old have seen the turn of events in their lives and have considered ending it. Don't! Choose to write a new chapter instead. After all you are the author of your own book.

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