06/21/2025
I Am Not Failing.
This is not quitting; this is regrouping.
The more I’ve pushed for growth, the more old wounds have ripped open.
The more I’ve pursued knowledge, the more I’ve bled love.
I am not abandoning my dream; I am building the only foundation that can sustain it.
I am not betraying what I love; I am refusing to sacrifice my heart for the illusion of progress.
This is not weakness.
This is a sacred retreat.
It is the withdrawal before the return.
And yet, this choice breaks my heart.
To my Sacred Travelers, my psyche tribe, my brothers and sisters in this sacred work:
If you ever wondered if your presence mattered to me, know this:
It did. It does. It always will.
You have become more than just peers.
You are my mirrors, my companions, my teachers.
You have held me in the darkest hours, even when I was too proud or too broken to say thank you.
You have made me laugh when I felt hollow, pushed me when I felt weak, and reminded me of my purpose when I felt lost.
I know the rhythms of your laughter.
I know the fierce, wild brilliance of your minds.
I have felt the weight of your grief, and the fire of your passion.
We have wrestled the same shadows, and dared the same fears.
But now, you will continue this journey without me.
You will walk these halls, wrestle with these ideas, and sit in the quiet, sacred spaces we have carved out together.
You will move forward; braver, deeper, more complete; while I take this time to mend what has been torn within me.
You have left an imprint on my soul that I will carry with me long after I walk away from these halls.
If you ever find yourself missing my presence, know that I will be missing yours a thousandfold.
And it is with that love that I turn back, for now, to the people who need me most.
I will not sacrifice my love for my ambition.
I choose to return to my family, not as a ghost, but as a father, a husband, a whole man.
In myth, this is the wounded king leaving the throne to heal, so he can return wiser and whole.
This is Arthur going to Avalon, not just falling on the battlefield.
I am reclaiming my soul.
I am choosing love over conquest.
I am becoming more than I was, not less.
I am the king, the father, the lover, the healer.
Not just the scholar.
Not just the patient.
Not just the broken man.
My fellow travelers on this difficult road:
I wish you nothing but happiness, success, and deep, abiding peace.
May you find the meaning you seek, the wholeness you deserve, and the love that heals all wounds.
This is my rite of passage, and it will make me more than I am, not less.
Until we meet again my beloved Weavers.