I Voted!

I was going to upload a photo of my violet voter's finger, but the ink turned out to be no more than a miniscule dot, mostly on the flesh, which has now faded considerably. While friends and relations lament their heavily-inked fingers, I managed to escape it. Not that I wouldn't have worn it with pride. At 43, I'm a first-time voter.

Yesterday, I felt as if the nation had crossed a threshold. People waited hours and hours and hours to vote. And that's something. Never mind that we all voted differently. We made sure we voted, no matter what that took.

Though the numbers are not going my way and I'm appalled that we're all crying for change but doing the same old things over and over again, and re-electing TRAPOS again and again, I really feel there was a shift somewhere. I do not know how this shift will translate, though I feel that it has something to do with Filipinos waking up to their power as individuals.

I hope I'm right.