November 5, 2008
Dear Barack Obama,
Your victory has demonstrated that no person anywhere in the world should not dare to dream of wanting to change the world for a better place.
N R Mandela
It didn’t seem real until I could sign online to check my favorite newspapers, see the headlines (which gave me chills) read the stories; all those graphs and charts pale next to pictures, videos of people celebrating; listen to that amazing speech again, and again.
Optimism vindicated. I’ve met a lot of cynics in my travels, a lot of people who were polluting my optimism. A certain crabby British boss of mine pegged me for an idealistic youth, bright-eyed who will soon be battered by the bleak and pessimistic world. Naive, he said. I don’t know if ‘auras’ exist, but just talking to him darkened mine. I don’t need that, and I refuse to let optimism be a characteristic of youth alone, a youth that loses it when it finds out how the world really works.
Yes instead of no. I’m feeling a truly deep-seat down in my gut patriotism for perhaps the first time in my life… and, I realize now, at only 21-years-old, I’m incredibly lucky to feel such. As Nicaragua gears up for its election on Sunday, I wish I was in the United States, but feel still incredibly blessed to have voted in it at all, to have this formative election come when I still am youthfully optimistic (instead of naive)… and can only hope it sticks around.
What would you do if you knew you could not fail?