What are we hoping for? It is a little over-optimistic to say that anything substantial will be achieved but do we consigned ourselves to the constraint set by others or do we strive to be more than what these people deemed us worthy?
Do the poor remain poor because of choice or are they poor because society has branded them poor and thus consigned them to be poor. I do not believe for a second that if the poor was given a chance to alleviate himself from poverty that he would not do so. If society was to extend a helping hand, to try to lift the poor soul up from the trench and dirt and to show him that there is still hope and all is not lost. I believe that he will clamour for that reach and with strength to pull himself back up.
Stories of rags to riches are awe-inspiring and we perk up our ears in earnest to listen to stories told and retold by friends, family and strangers of their adventure and journey to their current status. We return to our beds, blood flowing freely and body and mind coming as one to the thought that what happened to them, we could do the same. Then we sleep. And the next day we lose sight of what we hoped, what we dreamed. Days past and that eagerness and activity is drowned out by the sounds of the world.
What are we hoping for? That the lives of millions are not decided by the inept few. That we were allowed, to have a choice and not to merely bow and accept what seems to be and to take hold of our own lives and of our country to decide where do we want to stand. Am I consigned to be that beggar on the street hoping for cents and a miracle dollar or will I choose to stand up by myself, tall and proud, to the constraints set by myself?
I am an electorate and I have a choice.
