The rain that belted down this evening aptly summed up the sense of despondency in the living rooms of many homes here.
It felt like a rerun of the Sheraton Move, an elite game of musical chairs.
As usual, some Malaysians spoke of emigrating: they see little hope in the country with its divisive politics and rampant corruption.
But I prefer to look to some of the youths of Malaysia, who are our hope and inspiration for a more progressive, inclusive and democratic nation. Not for them the money politics, the corruption, the politics of manipulating race and religion.
Those who practise these things will never prosper. They will have to constantly look over their shoulders for the backstabbers and the betrayers in their circle.
Read Carol Yong’s piece “Time to shake up the ‘old’ politics and faces“.
Let not our despondency allow us to throw in the towel. Have a good rest for tomorrow is another day.
We create our own dream for Malaysia in our own circle and let these many circles overlap like ripples in a vast lake until one day, when we wake up, we find a nation we can be proud of at last.