A drop or a half in the ocean

Once upon a time in my memory when my understanding of things was limited within my discretion of deeming how cool that thing was, I learnt that when I turn 18 I would be able to vote for the candidate of my choice in the upcoming elections and I thought “Cool!” I clearly remembered a few of my classmates sharing this viewpoint. Today when most of my friends are 20 or older, I know not one who is registered to vote and my guess is, and I would be glad to be wrong, not many of them are and that includes me.

At 18, almost all of us had made some decisions. Some took up smoking cos they decided that dying from Cancer when they are 60 isn’t a huge price to pay. Some got married because they decided Love only happens once and is (age) blind. Some said what the hey, age is only a number and laws are for morons and in that wake of the dawn of the pseudo-freedom from parental controls on that “Welcome Freshmen” basement party, decided that they are old enough to drink as much as they wanted. Cool.

Some were already thinking about what their country truly needs; whatever it is how long would it take for that thing to happen. Who is going to make it happen? Oh please God, why do only idiots get into politics?

Some were thinking who should lead their country next. Some were listening to campaign speeches. Everyone had an opinion about who should win.

Some thought, oh well this whole political system is messed up and corrupted and decided they wouldn’t vote. Some decided nothing is ever going to change, so what the heck! Others thought they will register to vote in time for the next elections. The rest didn’t think.

Some thought, what difference does one vote make?

Some answered the question. I decided to register to vote cos I decided that what my country needs is smarter and more educated voters, I definitely fulfill the educated part which is why I would be able to act for my country at least half a voter at a time at least once each term. Cool!