THE WRONG PATH

After a long time, Elif and Sinem had finally come together again. They met at a café overlooking the sea, accompanied by the sound of seagulls. They sipped their tea as Elif spoke;

"I've been talking about myself this whole time! How have you been?  What have you been up to?" Elif asked, passing the conversation to Sinem.

Suddenly, Sinem started crying. Elif was shocked, she handed her a napkin from the table.

-       "What's wrong, Sinem? Did I say something wrong?"

-       "No, it's not about you."

-       "Do you want to talk about it?"

-       "Can a person make all the wrong decisions in life? I always walk take the wrong path. Every decision I make is wrong, and I pay a heavy price for each one."

-       "What are you talking about? Which decision?"

-        "Back when I was choosing a university, I picked a major I didn't want just to stay with my high school group. By the third year, the burden of studying something I didn’t like became too much, so I dropped out. Our group had already drifted apart in the first year. Then, I thought I'd try again, but I couldn't build the self-discipline to study. I decided to enter the workforce, but I couldn’t hold down a job. I kept changing jobs every month, never feeling happy anywhere. While I was drifting along, I met Mehmet. At first, he made me feel happy. Despite all his negative traits, I followed my heart. You know what happened next—we couldn't make it work. Now, I keep telling myself I’ll eat healthy, but I always find myself buying things that are bad for me at the store. Just like with the big decisions, I can’t even make the right choices in small matters. Why am I like this Elif?"

Elif waited a little then asked;

-       "When you make decisions, do you really think them through? Do you analyze whether the choice is right for you or not?"

-       "Of course I think, but not much, I guess. I usually just follow my heart."

Sinem froze after her last sentence. She realized how often she used the phrase following my heart. It was only now that she became aware of it. She always made decisions at the peak of her emotions. She instinctively chased after whatever excited her, never stopping to really think. She focused only on the emotional aspects of her choices but never considered the cost. Had she ever really made a decision, or was she just acting on her impulses?

Elif continued speaking:

-       "Sinem, sometimes people mistake following their desires and acting on their impulse for decision-making. True decision-making requires controlling emotions and weighing the costs and benefits of a choice."

-       "I never thought of it that way, Elif. I might have spent my whole life not making real decisions—just chasing after whims."

Sometimes, emotions can be so overwhelming that a person makes decisions without thinking. They don’t stop to ask whether something benefits them or not. They rush in without measuring their capabilities. They don’t consider the weight of their decisions or the possible consequences. Then, they find themselves in situations they never wanted—just like a tailor randomly cutting fabric without measuring and then wondering why the final piece didn’t turn out right.

In reality, every choice and every step taken in life has consequences.

The Experiential Design Teaching says: Adecision is accepting the cost of what we want, and the best decisions are madewhen our ego and emotions are at their lowest.

The path driven by emotions leads to the wrong way, while the correct path is the one we take after managing our emotions and weighing the consequences of our desires.

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