On the wild goose chase

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Earlier this month, Facebook reminded me that it was “6 years ago today” that I got my tattoo.

wild goose tattoo

I’d had an eventful couple of years before that.
I moved out of my parents house and moved countries.
I started (and dropped out of) university.
I travelled the globe.
I discovered things that made me come alive.
I found things that killed my joy.

I had no idea what the wild goose chase really meant. I still don’t.

But for now…

It is the greatest adventure, even in the darkness and the doubt.

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