Here is a post with a video link on how I got permission from my parents. In early 2001, when I was in Myanmar, and traveling for 1.5 years, I called my parents and asked them for permission to ordain as a monk. I didn’t get permission at first and then I told them I would never see them again if I didn’t get permission.

“If I am hurt alive or dead, you will never see me ever again. It would be better if I were dead because at least you would know.”

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I have discussed this event with my parents and told them that I’m glad I had permission. Otherwise I would have never seen them again if I held my promise. Likewise, it would have been very bad for my state of mind for the rest of my life. Why? Every chance I had to speak, meet or contact my parents, I would be acting or not acting based on a grudge. This can be very dangerous for the person. That is why it is very important not to hold a grudge.

I hope you enjoy this post. It is one of my classic stories from the past. The story took place more than 23 years ago and my monk life started shortly after that. On February 7th, 2024, I will be celebrating a total of 23 years in robes.[mfn] Officially, my age in monk years is 17 since I changed nikaya[/mfn]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c2JQjhwdsxA

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