When I was at the Academy of Fine Arts, we used to attend art exhibitions quite often, starting with receptions with painters, sculptors, graphic artists, etc.
Once I was at a museum in Besiktas, Istanbul with my friends for such a reception.
We examined the exhibition, talked a while, had a couple of drinks, some canapé, and finally it was time to leave.
Museum building was the part of an old palace remained from Ottoman period. There was a long walk path from the museum gates to the garden gates, paralleled to a side street, opening to the main boulevard.
We were about twenty people, and the distance was around half a kilometer.
One of my friends Murat was walking in front of others, with around twenty meters gap.
Another one, Mehmet, was walking three meters behind him.
And five meters behind him, I was walking to the huge cast iron gates.
Rest of the group was around ten meters behind me.
Just around one hundred meters to the gates, Murat stopped seeing the gates were locked, so he stopped hesitantly.
Mehmet took a few more steps, and he stopped, too, seeing the same situation.
I made a quick calculation in my mind. Either I would walk the rest of the path around one hundred meters, or we all would have to go back four hundred meters to walk around the high walls, which meant we would have to walk one kilometer more.
The gates might have been really locked. Or it might have appeared just that way. Or there might be a way to open them even if locked. Only way to understand the truth was to give it a try.
Suddenly, just a simple walking turned into a test of attitude about life.
Murat had stopped. Mehmet had stopped. I didn’t even hesitate or slow down. Having a look over my shoulder at the group behind, I kept walking with determined strides. I arrived the gates soon enough.
Funny. It was really locked. I turned to my friends, and smiled. It was locked, yes, but with just an iron bar! I simply pushed it up, and opened the door to reach the boulevard.
While others passing through the door, Murat came to me and said, “You did again, you little giant! You are a natural born leader.”
I couldn’t help but smile.
Life is like this. You have to make a decision – and sometimes you have to make it quick – you measure the odds, you make your decision, and then you follow it through.
Talk is cheap…
Action comes with a price and risk…
But you see?
It may be worth it!
How are you doing with your own decisions in life, folks?
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