It's been exactly one week now since the fateful day that caused either extreme elation or disappointment, and to be perfectly fair, I should include indifference, in all of our hearts. It was the topic of every cubicle conversation between co-workers, of hushed chit-chat during class, and the subject of every single blog that I browsed through. The extremes were certainly something to comment on and write about- I saw tears and fury raging from beneath those swollen eyes, as well as expressions of moral triumph. This is a posting about how I chose not to post. Those who know me, know my steadfast stance on this particular election, and therefore I choose not to fill up this blank void of cyberdom with one more voice en masse, shouting to have their opinion heard. Instead, I choose to sing a little tune in my head as I look ahead to the next four years, "Que sera sera, whatever will be will be..."
~~It's the heart, afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance. It's the dream, afraid of waking, that never takes a chance. It's the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give. And the soul, afraid of dying, that never learns to live. ~~
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