When the election for a new term of presidency approaches, people start to get fussy and furious about the tricky political issues. I used to be one of them as well, always trying my best to fight and speak for what I believed to be right. Yet, as time elapses, I started to wonder, "Is what I believe in really right? Are the evidences provided even authentic? They may seem so valid of proof and authority, yet can they also be made up from the basis of a faulty assumption or study that seems so justifiable without doubt? And, does my seemingly defensible justification even matter after decades, or even after I die?"It seems that what might have seemed horrendous or miserable might later turn out normal, or even helpful. Sometimes, I also wonder, "Yes, we all fear and hate wars, but without them could we have learned the lesson we have learned? Could we even have so much to talk about? And how would the world or we be when there were no tragedies at all?"It is also to my question whether a discussion on a political issue would be worthy of my time when there is not much answer and help to it. Of course we need to discuss on an issue so that improvements can be made, yet are we sure that the improvements we see before us, within our understanding, are real improvements? Can they be improvements that put us in a trench where mud and rocks come rushing at us? Can they be improvements that make us feel as if we have improved yet we were wronged?It is even more a question to me of whether that improvement is what we or others need. When I was young, I always felt the urge to get things right, the urge to politely tell my teacher that she had the word misspelled on the board so that my fellow classmates would be able to scribble down the right form of the word. But it seemed, my act with a nice intention had be interpreted to be an act of revolt and rebellion. Then I started to question myself, "What were I to say I was right? What were the standards for right even?" My world and definition of righteousness may just be a piece of joke to others.So, behind all these questions, I still wonder and doubt whether a discussion on the political issues of the present is needed, even though I have a lot to say inside. If a world of change is what never changes, according to Hericlitus, then should we spend the time trying to change the unchangeable?
