Ask me 10 years ago, “Where would you be living in the future?”
The answer you’ll get is most likely, “Anywhere but Malaysia.”
Simply because I have lost hope in the country I was born in and bear its citizenship. 8 years ago, I had a chance to leave and choose to call another country home. But I did not.
At times, I wondered if I had made the right choice for staying.
I am not one to talk about politics. To be honest, I never thought I would or even care about it as much.
But the 13th General Election of my country has moved me so much that I would like to give my two cents. After all, everyone has become a political analyst this past few months.
First of all, I flew back from the capital just to vote in my hometown. Unlike some of my friends who waited for a long time to cast their votes, everything was done in 30 minutes at my polling station. Kudos to the team running that station – who were kind and courteous to the senior citizens and OKU.
After casting my vote, I went home and I waited.
Boy, did I wait for the results. I was supposed to be doing a mock exam and studying (that’s another story for another day) but the anticipation was killing me. I browsed through the social media for clues or inklings. After all, who can trust our ever efficient, unbiased mainstream media.
At a pace slower than the average garden snail, results begin to trickle in. The results – some victorious, others devastating.
While some have chosen to cry foul play, it has never been a secret that democracy is practically lip service. The word democracy is sprinkled here and there in attempts to pacify the people when it is convenient.
Many are disappointed. I know. But would it be realistic to clean up almost 6 decades of political blasphemy and freak shows overnight?
Despite the fact that we did not see the change we had hoped for, I am still rejoicing in the victories we had.
I am proud of Malaysians who came out and voted. No matter which party you chose, you stood up for your rights. Which in turn, change views that Malaysians are not as complacent and as ‘lazy’ as people claimed us to be.
Change is like a marathon, not a sprint.
In retrospect, I am glad I did not migrate. I am seeing the change, even though small, there is change.
I am glad and proud to call myself a Malaysian.
Today I could never be prouder.
Yes, I’ve changed my profile picture to black. But it is a reminder that there is light at the end of the tunnel. And if you have an awesome picture that depicts that, let me know. I’ll use that as my profile picture instead.