Any given moment of many folks’ times, it’s easier to discuss politics than thier own lives. In fact, I always saw people discussing politics. Nobody discusses life, it’s philosophy, it’s limits, it’s freedom. And I am unaware of any person (other than a stranger I see in the mirror) who advocates selfishness, not greed; tolerance, not violence; an ordinary life, not a king’s life. That stranger feels wrong about his ideas in a completely different world that materializes around him. It pains him a lot yet he keeps clinging to his ideas. It pains me to see him in pain.

Every creature of this side of earth was aware that we had elections this week. Though I never wanted to vote, I went to vote. I am always like this: planning about something for a century and then going against it in last moment. I might be one of the last voters at the polling station, since it was all empty by afternoon. Now that I have voted, I feel as if I betrayed myself and a great person. A person nobody’s paying attention to. What could be more fatal than this?

Think for a moment that there’s a ship about to turn a wreck; everybody’s in a great panic. Everybody wants his solution be applied to stop the demage. Time is slipping. There’s one person who knows something that can stop the damage. A solution that can stop ship from turning to wreck. A solution that can bring long-lost harmony back. But nobody’s listening to him. He lays under naked sun, in his shorts with his golden, aging body, shining in response. A hint of smile on his face that shows his contempt. And there’s this other person who keeps looking at him. Who thinks that this person, who can save the ship, should be given control. And there are other people on ship who laugh at such thought, who beat that savior, who put him in jail, who brand him ‘playboy’, who preach that he should be killed.

I betrayed that person.