Taking the Path Of Politics

When I hear about politics, I began to think of my brother who has always been interested in this field. He is now in his third year as a Political Science major student in a university in Arizona. Time flies so fast. Three years ago, I was pushing him to take up engineering but he was in for a different calling. Part of him wanted to save the world through understanding deeper the art of politics. He wanted to understand the causes of society’s problems and its possible solutions and the ideas of system that can help shape the future. It is education he thinks that will serve as a framework for making a change in society. He knew from the start what he wanted to do in his life.

We grew up to have different interests and perspectives about random matters. On summer breaks, while he spent his days in a public library, I spent my time in the football field with friends. He liked watching CNN news every morning though I would love to switch the television to the sports channel. We often debated about small trivial matters when we were young and usually ending up in nonsense fights. And as the older one, I insisted on things he ought to do.

Maturity allowed us to put ourselves into each other’s shoe and to just be there for each other. Although politics is something that I don’t take interest in, I heartily support my brother’s choice to lead a career in political science. I have seen him gradually preparing for this journey for years. In high school, he took interest in reading books about the life stories of Mandela and Gandhi. In fact, he started making a difference in society even as a teenager. He was actively involved in volunteer programs which had carried out help when our state is faced with issues on natural disasters. Flooding is a natural occurrence in our city. We watched how streets became impassable due to the flood. The experience had left homes and business establishments in terrible conditions. Some families needed to be kept in safer places. I came along with my brother in volunteering for the relief operations. It was a life-changing experience.

I admit I call myself a non-political person. I had formed misconceptions in my mind about the idea of political science. I thought I had to save my brother from getting into a frustrating job of making policies, doing service works and saving the world. But I came to accept the fact that politics is his life. The loaf of bread I eat everyday, the cost of fuel or my safety in the streets are relative to politics. This is the very mechanisms of life that we simply cannot detach ourselves with. I am glad that my brother knew the exact path that he wanted to take on. He took the course of Political Science not because he saw a glittering career ahead of him but because he is interested in making a real change in our world.

Nancy Mitchell