I'm not big on tattoos on my own body, but it's a feeling that I think comes from the wrong place; it comes from a lack of love for my body - something that is slowly changing for the better as I age.
Tattoos have always been a 'for others to see' thing, at least, in the sleeves and the full backs and such. I know they're much more than that, that they are symbols, and symbols have meaning but the other issue is that the Crack Team of Goblins That Run My Brain don't get attached long-term to many things, and those that they do, often aren't things I want to carry with me the rest of my life. It's hard to sum up extremely complex ideas or thoughts into symbols that fit on a canvas as unruly and uncertain as a meat robot.
But I've had an absolute brainworm for about a week now, and it... Might stick. Moreover, I think I want it to stick. I want those thoughts, those lessons, to come back to me, to be reminded, to sink in, to be... Part of me. They mean something to me.
So I'll sit on it for a while. But it's definitely there.
EDIT: Since I happen to be wandering past, ~10 months later, tiny update: never bothered to get it. Exact problem expected was encountered: long term attachment wasn't even close to long enough to allow for getting the tattoo. ADHD strikes again.