this is the tattoo i want. the compass is more important as far as symbolism is concerned than almost anything else in my life. i had a cheap little compass when i was younger that i would take out into the fields and try to get lost with to see if i could find my way home.
it did not work.
sometimes memories of things are more of a security blanket than useful information to carry forward, but despite the fact that the compass did not work, i always found my way home. my entire life has been one blessing after another, and through none of my own luck, whenever i was lost, or thought i was, it was just because i could not see the potential of the situation as an opportunity for something i never could have imagined.