I got these tat­toos to remind myself to stay on the path. A reminder like this is some­thing of a para­dox; to be on the path is to be unaware of the path.

Even though I strongly believed in the tenets of Taoism, I still found myself off the path more often than on it. There was a point where I began to ques­tion whether I was truly a Taoist or just a Tao-enthusiast, because my under­stand­ing of the ideas didn’t nec­es­sar­ily mean an abil­ity to apply them to my life.

Self portrait at 29 7/12

 

But over time, I for­got about my tat­toos. Or, should I say, I stopped think­ing about them, the way one may be so accus­tomed to the nose on one’s face as to never dwell on the idea of it’s existence.

In the same way, I’ve for­got­ten about the path too, even though I know I’m on it. I don’t seek coun­cil from the Tao Te Ching nowa­days, because there’s noth­ing left that I don’t under­stand. I found the feel­ing of seren­ity I’d been seek­ing for so long.

I turn 30 in five months, and I finally believe I’m a Taoist.

The Turning 30 Series