WHO DECIDES WHAT’S RIGHT?

In a world where everyone is just pretending, if you believe it’s your job to heal or save others (especially those close to you), be careful—you might be fooling yourself.

And if you’re ready to face yourself honestly, I’ll tell you the truth.

Most so-called "selfless" acts are actually done to ease our own conscience.

To avoid feeling guilty.

To cling to the illusion of “I did the best I could.”

But what is “best”?

Best according to whom?

Best by what standard?

Because sometimes, the best thing is not to save someone from their struggle—It’s to help them figure out how to never end up in that same struggle again.

For example, if I’m in pain, and you come to me with a robotic voice saying, “Don’t worry, it will pass”,

I might politely nod—But inside, I will feel nothing.

Or worse, I might resent you for it.

Maybe all I really needed was for you to listen.

To hear me.

To make me feel like I could express my emotions without judgment.

To ask one simple question that opens up a new way of looking at things.

Then, I would turn to you and say,

"I'm so glad you were there for me."

The best kind of presence is the kind that even I don’t understand how much it helped me—But I feel it did.

So please, don’t approach this with pre-made formulas or clichés.

Just listen.Truly, wholeheartedly listen.

Even if they sound ridiculous—

Even if their thoughts are messy—

Let them speak.

Or maybe let them not speak.

Because sometimes, silence is what they need most.

And sometimes—

You have to let someone fall.

Like the scene in My Father and My Son when Çetin Tekindor collapses to the ground.

Because the hardest emotion to carry—

Is guilt.

And sometimes, words are not enough to lift that weight.

Sometimes, instead of wrapping someone up in comfort—

You have to let them fall.