always wonder what difference it will make. I know, one vote does count! It is like one stitch in a garment or one turn of the pedals or one stir of the pot....or even one square of chocolate. (The last is a particularly sad state of affairs.)
A friend of mine showed my father one button recently. It is the only button of its kind. It is, we think, made from a slice of a tree root. The shape is pleasing but irregular. The colours are both light and dark. It has been smoothed and polished to the extent that it almost feels slippery. It is a lovely button but as yet it has no purpose except to exist, give pleasure and be of potential use. One day my friend may use it on a bag or as a single button on a garment. It will then become part of something else but it will also still be itself. I find that idea strange yet fascinating.
When I go to vote I will be choosing a member of parliament to represent me. I may or may not get my first choice. I may get someone I did not choose at all. Whatever happens the person who is elected is supposed to represent me and be part of a group of people who will help to run the country. It does not matter whether they are part of the 'winning' or the 'losing' team. They will be part of the garment that is supposed to proect us. They are a bit like the button and it will be better if they are firmly sewn on. It seems like a good reason to vote.