Five years ago, I stood at a crossroads.
Leaving behind the familiar comfort of my hometown, İzmir—a place filled with memories, roots, and family—to move to Istanbul for an intercompany transfer within Philip Morris International wasn’t an easy decision. It wasn’t just a change of city. It was a shift in rhythm, in relationships, in life as I knew it.
But I made that choice with a clear heart—for growth, for purpose, for the career I envisioned for myself. I knew it wouldn’t be easy. And it wasn’t. But it’s been worth it.
Today marks five years since I stepped into my role within PMI Global Travel Retail. And what a five years it’s been.
I’m deeply grateful for this journey—for the role I love, for the organization that continues to inspire me, and most of all, for the people I work with. Thank you for your trust, your collaboration, and for helping me stretch and grow with passion and resilience. You’ve added so much value not only to my professional life but to my personal growth, too.
A Personal Reminder: Sometimes the Best Comes Last
Just recently, I found myself sitting in my son’s school auditorium. Parents were invited to witness the innovation and creativity of their children through their technology projects. One by one, student groups were called up, their names echoing through the hall as they received their well-deserved prizes.
As each team stepped up, I couldn’t help but glance at my son’s face—and then at the stage—and then at the list I didn’t have. With each round of applause, hope dimmed just a little. I tried not to show it, but inside, I had started preparing myself: Maybe next time. Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be.
And then it happened.
Second place.
His team.
The rush of pride, the quiet relief, the joy that caught me off guard—all in one moment. I was a proud father once again. And more importantly, I was reminded: keep calm and stay ready. The best might be right around the corner.
On Desire, and the Space In Between
For most of my life, I’ve treated ambition like a deadline. If I didn’t act fast—move, control, prove—I feared the opportunity would slip away.
But over time—and especially in this past year—I’ve started seeing desire differently.
It’s not a problem to solve. It’s a pulse. A signal that we’re alive and reaching. That something matters.
Whether it's waiting for recognition, chasing a new opportunity, or simply hoping for a moment like the one I had in that school auditorium—it’s not about always getting the thing. It’s about honoring the wanting. Letting it work on you. Letting it teach you patience, presence, and belief.
Because sometimes, when we rush toward the finish line, we miss the sweetness of the journey itself. The ache is not a void—it’s a spark. A reminder that the story is still unfolding.
And in this job, in this life, in this family—I’m learning to trust that.
To all those waiting for their moment: Stay steady. Stay open. Let it bloom.
Thanks again to my PMI family, and to my own family, for walking beside me every step of the way.
Here’s to five years, and all that’s still ahead.
PS. The alternative title of the content was: "Five Years, One Leap, and a Lesson from My Son"