Rewind: Election reaction

I refrained from writing anything in the state of emotional ambiguity I was in last week. After writing about the beauty of the democratic privileges we have, it seems halfhearted to come back in such a positive mood. I am not in a positive frame of mind. 

I am pissed. 

Feeling so stretched and lost, happiness seems out of reach for me; I am like a stick figure on a piece of paper, barely holding onto the last shreds of my sanity.I feel extremely overwhelmed and disoriented, unable to find happiness; I resemble a thin outline on a sheet of paper, barely clinging to the remaining shreds of my sanity.

I am sad for the future that has been robbed from us. Rights that were fought for by so many before me will most assuredly be taken away by a spiteful few. 

It hurts my mind to think about what may come. I write from the viewpoint of the daughter of an immigrant. I’m angry at my cultural community for showing up to aid and abet when they normally wouldn’t.

The ones who voted against their own interests.

The ones who didn’t vote because of political actions taken by people in a war they have no vested interests in.

The women who couldn’t vote to help women.

Despite the disappointing election results, I wake up today with a newfound opportunity. The outcome of this election mirrors Clinton's 2016 presidential campaign, which I found unsettling before going to bed. As I wake up to the same disheartening results, I realize that I now have a stronger voice to articulate the internal conflict I am experiencing.

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

-Dylan Thomas