This morning I was watching my daughter while she watched her favourite TV programmes before breakfast. She danced side-to-side and melted my heart by trying to copy the people on TV. Her heart is filled with innocence, joy and kindness. When she sees peril she shouts “oh no!” and everything about her just makes my heart grow one size bigger.
But while I was watching her, I was also watching Trump’s winning speech quietly on my phone.
Just like Brexit, this should have been a relatively simple decision, but one that has apparently been squandered. Two decisions that have led the future of the world down a path. A path that we’re going to have to walk and one that my daughter is going to have to grow up with.
The world has spoken and I feel like we’re no longer respecting our voting systems. In a world where X Factor voting allows clown acts to stay in longer than desired, where Christmas songs are heavy rock songs instead of having sleigh bells in the background to ‘beat the system’, we seem to be in a rebellious voting age. One that doesn’t truly respect what voting means or the repercussions of our actions. Sure, a Christmas number 1 doesn’t matter too much, but whether we leave the EU and whether Trump – a reality star – becomes president does matter.
I’m not going to dwell on the negatives for too long. After all – democracy has spoken. We voted to leave the EU. They voted for Trump. More than half the population agree with these views, with the decisions that will be made in the future based on our votes. The people have spoken and we have to respect the system. It doesn’t mean that we have to like it as I disagreed firmly with both of these decisions. For the first time in my life, I’m uncertain about what the future looks like.
For most of the time, decisions such as presidential elections play a very minor role in my every day life. Frankly, I’ve hardly cared before as I don’t live in the US and things generally run in roughly the same direction. Forwards.
But this time, the world has taken one big step back. And then another.
Looking at my daughter having just learnt to dance, I really wonder what the world is going to look like when she’s older. What she’ll think of these stupid decisions. Will they matter? Will much change?
I just don’t know and that scares the crap out of me.