The art of taking the wrong decision

For years, I kept thinking that life is unfair. I saw it as an MCQ (a multiple choice question) to which all answers are incorrect. I thought that somehow I was obliged to commit a mistake. Thus, all what I thought I could do was to choose the least incorrect answer. I thought that in order to bet, I should have a proven pony, and wept having nothing but some pitiful old horses that would dust even before the race begins. t

So, I guess you know what follows a wrong decision: regret. You think that you are foolish because you have spoiled everything and ruined your life. Forgive me for this friendly fire insult, but I have to say that you (and me of course) are absolutely foolish. Every one of us takes a share in formulating the question. We put the question, get puzzled searching for the most suitable answer, and end up accusing life, conditions, others, whatever, or whoever for our present situation. t

Some people are rational. Schools have spoiled them. They think that the one who exerts an effort should see a proportional positive result. They give themselves a chance to think. When they begin calculating their next movements, they sometimes begin with a false postulate. They reach a seemingly fascinating result which appears on its outer surface to be 100 percent true. Sooner or later, such people discover that their minds have misled them, and begin to question the reason for enduring their painful life. t

I came these days to think that life is a chess game. Your first decisions affect your next ones. Radically thinking, we discover that life is a zero-sum game. This means that you begin with nothing and end up with nothing. However, your first choices can let you be a winner, and it can lead you to failure. t

You know that yellow triangle put on hazardous materials? It kept popping out in my mind for more than five years. A sign deep in my brain kept kicking the tissues of my damned nerve cells, saying that the direction I am taking is a wrong one. I was hastily heading toward a steep rocky cliff. I did not give myself a chance to confront my fears, and question the whole thing. I did not even listen to the advice given by my most honest mentors. With the passage of time, I found myself exposed to a big loss. I had exerted tons of efforts, and invested/wasted a lot of time and money. So, I thought that going back and starting over would be a WRONG DECISION. Then, I reached a terminal point in my life where I decided to lose in order to win. t

So, I left home, resigned from my job, broke up with my fiancée, left my baby project to my partners to manage and suffered a great deal to find a new job, and of course a new life. I looked around and realized that I have lost everything I ever pursued, and that I am now hunting for new dreams. I felt my throat narrow with fear, and my brain boiling with worries. I then came to realize that I am a RENEGADE. t

You know what I am translating these days? It is Rules for the  Renegades, by Christine Comaford. I read the book, and it feels like it recounts my life story. Its lines echo my past fears and gives me hope in a brighter future. Now, I know that I did not lose anything. I have just spared myself a loss that could have been even bigger. t

Christine thinks that in life every idea can be thought of as either an illusion or a delusion. She says that everything in life is an illusion and we should choose one that is empowering. An illusion is an idea you can challenge, change, improve or totally remove. When we think that we can do nothing towards an idea, letting it dominate our world, it is then a delusion. t

So, you should master the art of taking the wrong decision (or the decision you have always thought to be wrong). Get rid of your worries and fears. Try out new life instead of that which has not worked for you. t

This article was written in honor of: t
Miss Aya Mesh Hena t
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