As you may know by now, America had a big day on Tuesday. The result was not to everyone’s liking, of course. We have by now seen a great deal of this sort of reaction, this one described by Chy, at The Lost Mango:
Donald Trump is United State’s newest president. A lot of my friends cried because of sadness and fear regarding the future of our country. As you can see in the photos below, a lot of students in my university protested.
As many of you know by now, this is not a politics site. You don’t care about my personal opinions anyway. Nor really should you.
But before I go back to talking travel, fiction books, history and romance as I do usually, let me say this much…
I may be a lot older than you reading this. Over the years, I have been on winning sides in presidential elections and I have been on… not winning sides. In short, the current president-elect was not my preferred candidate for the office once held by George Washington. Because of his stridently voiced views on certain Americans and my own personal experiences, I chose to step out of blog character here briefly and make why abundantly clear in a single post late last year. He said nothing subsequently during the campaign that led me to change my mind about him.
But now that he is president-elect after having reached that position constitutionally, I hope over time he proves me wrong. In fact, I welcome it. I’m always thrilled to be proven wrong by a president I did not support during his campaign.
As Americans, we argue and call each other fascists and socialists until we vote. However, after election day our system needs us to be generous and thoughtful in victory and graciously accepting and respectful in defeat. For we all know that there will be another presidential vote four years down the road. Above all, we are all Americans and must work together into the future.
If you are age “20” and this was your first presidential vote and your preferred candidate did not prevail, it is easy to feel disillusioned and upset. But you must remember that life is “a long game.” You will (hopefully) look back on November 8, 2016 many years from now and remember it. Likely you will by then have experienced some victories, and maybe other losses, in 2020, 2024, and other elections after, as you yourself age.
Believe me, you won’t be “20” years old forever…
I wrote that in early 2015. It’s from a conversation I’d had with an English friend in the mid-1990s. Those twenty-some years ago I guess we were “sorta” right as we tried to think ahead towards “2016.”
As I am trying to here, by 2036 or so you too will be able to offer similar consolation to a future “20” year old (someone likely newly born in 2016, or even not yet born) who voices anger and disappointment to you that her preferred candidate was defeated. Because we all come to this wisdom in life. “Don’t worry,” you’ll say to her. “These things happen. You know, I remember how, wow, back when I was your age…”
Have a good day, wherever you are in the world. 🙂