Elections

So I voted. I cast my ballot. I discussed politics with my flatmates. I hoped for change. Then the results were announced.

For now I am safe. I am on a New Zealand passport, I have a qualification that is sought after, and, semi jokingly, I am the right skin colour. So why do I feel uncomfortable about the future?

I’m not a particularly politically minded person, but I know my beliefs, and I know my ideals. They will never fit into politics, that’s just not who I am, but I still hold out hope, and I still try to back up my ideals with statistics and data. I’ll admit I’m often wrong about politics, and too tired to argue, but I care. I see the other side of the population, of society, the forgotten, the let down. Does that makes me more idealistic? Maybe.

I realised that my day to day life leads me to not always see the best of humanity, and my job takes such an emotional toll on me, that even the worst horror stories on the news no longer appear to surprise me. Maybe it makes me appear cold and unemotional, but I know myself better than that. I am good at putting on a professional face and going about my job, picking up the pieces of society on the edge.

There are not enough of us in the same position to be able to make a difference to politics. Our voices are not loud enough. We do not fight hard enough. Because life happens, and we simply accept so much of it. We have been taught that there are so many others that are worse off, so we accept what we are given. Then elections happen. And again, we did not fight. I did not fight. I simply accept.

The future is interesting.