Abandon, a word that most of the time is associated with consequential actions, which to me is utter misjudgment. The abandoning of something or someone is not always neglect per say.

During workacation in a small village of a city that used to be the capital city of the Ottoman Empire (Bursa). I came to the realization that even when something is abandoned it does not always end up in misfortune. For there are moments when you question your decisions especially when at that particular moment it all seems like things would have headed south. There comes a moment in life when leaving everything behind seems like the appropriate thing to do even though it may be deemed as irresponsibility by others. Regardless of the popular opinion, at the end of the day you are responsible for the actions you take. Actions which will actually affect you more, than it will those who claim to care for you. There’s a difference between you staying on a sinking ship that will actually drown you and you abandoning it and swimming for your life .The decisions we make, are like following a compass direction and whether or not you are on the right track that, only the still small voice within you can answer.

There are moments when you need to take a step back or leave everything that you thought you had to do and simply go to unventured territories in order for you to get a different view point. Something, which people in this speed time and age find so hard to do. I remember when I was younger and would watch movies where kids would go up their tree houses in order to get away and it’s there that their imaginations was able to come alive. Now, years later here in this abandon, quiet and almost empty village I think I was able to have my tree house experience. Even though sometimes it involved being surrounded by the raggedy structures like rusted metal on life guard chairs and broken sea shells. I was able to just mentally escape and reflect on where my life has been, where it is and where it’s going.

As I sat in front of the untamed sea, with my legs immersed in sand crystals. Facing the untamed sea and watching its’ wave rage on and on with intervals of stillness. I realize that no matter how crazy, busy and exciting life can get, there comes a time when it all has to calm down. Unlike the unruly sea, we are our own rulers and in so doing we determine when to tell the situation and the storm in our lives to be still as we make our way out of the ship.

It seemed like I had abandoned it all but actually it was so that I wouldn’t abandon all of me.