The title of this post is misleading. You have dispensed no wisdom here. This was more of a Dear John letter.
Dear Tattoo community,
Things just arent working out between us. It's not you, it's me. I feel we've just grown apart. We had a good run, was fun while it lasted, but I've met someone else. His name is Rat Race. He's not a bad boy like you, but he's stable and can provide benefits that you cant. Plus Mom and Dad approve of him. They never really did like you all that much. I hope you will be able to move on without me. Best wishes.
Seriously though, good luck with your future endeavors when you plug back into the Matrix. I do mean that. Despite the sarcastic tone of all of this, I wish you well.