I Am Listening to Istanbul, Intent, My Eyes Closed*

I like to close my eyes at classical music concerts. I like to travel within my mind with that music, to dream, to take an inspirational break from visual stimulus. When I shared this with a friend, even though she liked the idea, I remember her saying “But everyone would think that I was sleeping.”
Why do we care so much about “everyone” and “others”? What would we do differently if it wasn’t for them?

I remembered all of this the other day when I was preparing to close my eyes at a classical music concert. When did our choices, preferences, and dreams fell into the pressure of “what others would say”?

Wouldn’t it be nice if we realized that we worry for no reason because everybody is actually predominantly worried about themselves? Wouldn’t it be nice if we relaxed a little bit with the truth that we’re not that important to anyone? Wouldn’t it be nice to try to be our own heroes rather than the best student in class?

Most of the time, it’s not about what others actually think but what we think that they think. It is all about assumptions. There is no doubt that we will feel an incredible pleasure in our choices when we make them for ourselves without this pressure. 

I’d like to invite you to a game throughout the summer. Let’s take a look at the things that we choose to do and the things we refuse to do. Who is the deciding factor here: ourselves or the imagined judgements of others?

If the answer is the latter, let’s read this piece again. 


P.S: This is a gift of the title. 

*Famous poem of the Turkish poet, Orhan Veli.

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