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Ineffable:
1. A word used to describe something that is so amazing it cannot be described with words.
2. A word used to describe something that is so sacred it cannot or should not be named.
This is my favourite word in the English language.
It is significant to me for multiple reasons.
As a writer, it is a symbol of my pathological need to describe everything in my life with words. It is also a reminder that not everything can be described and of how important these things - beauty, inspiration, love, and so many more - are to life.
Every time I look down, this word will remind me to live in the moment, to appreciate the every day, because a moment can never be completely recreated by words or memories - each moment comes and goes and if you weren’t aware of it at the time, you will never have the chance to be.
Lastly, it is a reference to a teacher who was there when I went from being a person who wrote stuff sometimes to being a writer. He taught me so much of what I know about myself and about the world, he taught me what I want to do with my life and, most of all, he was the one who taught me this word in the first place.
All of these things, all so important to me, symbolised by one word. This is something I want to be able to achieve in my writing - always carefully selecting each and every word so that I can paint a thousand meanings with just one set of nine letters, followed by a full stop.
This is a tattoo that I will see every time I look down and it will always remind me to look back up and see the world. It is directed at me and not at the people around me. This tattoo is for me and no one else. This tattoo is a reminder to me to write, and to live.
PS: The tattoo is still a bit shiny in this picture because I only got it done yesterday.
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Eu escolhi sofrer
Existem dois tipos de pessoas no mundo: As que sofrem sem escolha e as que...
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Às vezes quem procuramos está do lado, basta dar o “enter” e dar um executável nos sinais.
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