Making a choice

As cooling off day moves into polling day, I sit here thinking about many things.

I think about what will happen on the 8th of May. I think about the high possibility of a 87-0. I think about the milestone that will be, if the groundswell of support for the opposition parties is transformed into actual voices in parliament.

I look at the polling card with my name and address. I imagine how this piece of pulp will be exchanged for a piece of paper where I can exercise my right. The mark that I will be making will mean something, even if the outcome does not go according to my heart's desire.

The last ten days were enlightening. They were inspiring. They made speeches that were from the heart. Even for the weakest of the lot, their hearts were in the right place. It seems that many have found the courage. And hopefully more are inspired.

I have thought hard. I have done some soul searching. And before the end of the day, I will know what I need to do. I will not be afraid.

I will vote for the future that I want.