Opinion ~ November 7, 2016
I love you. With all your shiny optimism and consumer obsession, your love of guns and pot and reality TV, your troubled inner-cities and your backwoods traditions. Your innovation, your political bipolarism. I love it all, from your ugly wrinkles to your youthful optimism. But we’ve been arguing amongst ourselves lately; nearly two years to be exact. Maybe we should come around and put things in perspective.
Elections are always hard on us, but this has been an especially difficult time. There are difficult choices to make, all culminating in one day when we come together to speak our piece by pulling levers, punching ballots and coloring dots. And then the hand-wringing anticipation of learning whether or not we win, or we lose. The whole thing has lead to national heartburn, something all the Zantac in the World couldn’t ease. But I'm reminding you now, it’s going to be okay.
We’ve had tough times before. We’ve come through wars and unrest amongst ourselves. We’ve debated and fought and argued. In the 1800s, we even ripped ourselves apart at the seams in a bloody family feud we believed we’d never survive. But we did. The cost was heavy, but we were stronger for it, and closer than ever before.
“There are difficult choices to make, all culminating in one day when we come together to speak our piece by pulling levers, punching ballots and coloring dots.
And now comes time to decide on a new way forward. No one’s saying the outcome of our national decision will be easy, or that we’ll all be happy and hold hands over a campfire. But, in the end, it’s really only politics, and we’ll all move on to see another day, with better choices to come. And when it ends, maybe we should sit down and talk it over, heal the wounds, stop the bleeding and embrace one another.
There will be arguments and discourse in the days to come. Cries of fear or fixing from one side as the other celebrates. But when the cheers and tears settle, we’ll still be one people with the common bond of wanting a better day, a greater opportunity. That’s what we have in common, from sea to shining sea.
“But, in the end, it’s really only politics, and we’ll all move on to see another day, with better choices to come.
Most of us would agree, the choice we face was not ideal by any standard, but it’s the one we’re dealt and we’ll make the best of it. Whatever that choice may be, the World won’t end, the sun will still shine and God will still be in his heaven. What ever that choice may be, it’ll be all right. We’re going to be okay.