Running out of time
After many weeks of political postings and a couple thousands words it is the preverbal time when the rubber hits the road to decide who I would like to see as our next President. Now I know in the grand scheme of things my one vote from a state that barely registers on the richter scale as far as the electoral collage go is not noteworthy… but for some reason to me for the first time it feels very important.
When we hear almost on a daily basis about the overabundance of voting fraud perpetrated on the American people one can ask of what import is my one vote, but sitting alone here in my apartment it looms like a giant tsunami about to wash me away. I think about how it will effect the future of my children and grand children and country. I think about how many tens of thousands of lives were sacrificed to allow me the freedom to cast my vote and the weight of this simple act weighs heavily on me.
Some may find this anguish amusing in fact in all the previous elections that I have voted in I have never even given the act of voting a second thought…. so why now? Could it be that there is to my mind no worthy name on the ballot? Could it be that any choice may produce a result that will, in my opinion, either maintain us on the road to socialism or may produce some unknown result that will endanger the safety of all Americans? Or maybe I feel the weight of my seventy years on life’s road and do not know if this will be the last time I get to cast a ballot for President?
For whatever reason
and probably a combination of all of those presented
I feel the gravity of making that choice.
So I think maybe,
just maybe everyone should feel this way
and by recognizing the importance of this election
you also will make a thoughtful decision.