A Small Breather
Happy Halloweekend, College Dems! Hope you all have fun and stay safe!
First and foremost, remember to get out and vote on Tuesday, and to encourage others to do the same! Republicans have been trying really hard to unseat Democratic judges, which could have devastating implications for our democracy. We need people to VOTE BLUE to keep them in those seats.
October is almost over, and all I can say is yikes. Just yikes. I won’t lie to you all, this has been a rough month, what with midterms and elections stuff and now the Event-That-Shall-Not-Be-Named coming up next week.
Just as a reminder, the official stance of the PSU College Democrats is to support the Love Is Louder event taking place in the HUB on Wednesday. It is a protest, it’s just a protest that will be in a controlled environment. This is in order to ensure the safety of anyone who wishes to stand in support of the LGBTQIA+ community. You can find the full statement by the PSU College Democrats on our Instagram.
Anyway, I had multiple different plans for this blog post, but if I’m being honest, this week has been really kind of draining, and I haven’t been able to do justice to any of the topics I’ve looked into. So, this post is going to be short and sweet.
For this month, I want to leave you all with a poem I wrote last year for ENGL 50. I wasn’t in the best place back then, but writing it gave me some comfort. It’s entitled Ἔλπις (pronounced elpis), which is the ancient Greek word for hope. In Greek mythology, Ἔλπις was one of many spirits trapped in Pandora’s box. When she opened it, the other spirits flew out, inflicting many curses upon humanity, including sickness, old age, and death. Only Ἔλπις remained. The spirit of hope refused to abandon humanity, which is why we can still find it, even in the darkest times. This is reflected in my poem.
Ἔλπις
Hope lies silent in the void
Clothed in yellow flowers and golden light
Waiting to be found.
Anyway, just know that this is what we’re fighting for. All the work, all the struggles, all the blood, sweat, and tears. It’s all for hope. I know that during times like these, hope can be a hard thing to find. But, as Uncle Iroh once said: “Hope is something you give yourself. That is the meaning of inner strength.”
We can’t give up. We won’t.
Catch ya later,
JT
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