This sickness hasn’t relented once, and so, for the first time in my adult life I have decided to take care of myself instead of pushing through. I won’t be going to Hong Kong for Karmapa as planned, but will instead be going home. It is so incredibly hard for me to make these kinds of decisions, to be left feeling that I’m somehow missing out, but that’s what growing up is all about. Realizing what is really important. Realizing that I am only able to do what I can, and sometimes the only option is to let go, take care, and take rest. I wish to take this opportunity to apologize to those I might be letting down, under any other circumstances I would make it work. To all my friends who dropped everything to help take care of me in my time of need, especially dear Petr and Vlasta, thank you from the bottom of my heart for your support and love. To Sherab Gyaltsen Rinpoche, our Maniwa, for helping me to understand that which is most important. And to my future wife, my darling Katarina, for never leaving my side, keeping me standing tall however broken I was, and holding my hand the entire way. Now it’s time to go home.
