...a reflection upon election day

We are near  a district election. I must confess that, when I was younger, I used to believe in Democracy. My grandfather is a politician (since he was very young) so he suffered a lot during the military dictatorship (because he belonged to the socialist party). That is why I always thought that it was my duty to register myself to vote; that it was an important responsibility as a Chilean citizen, Who was born in the 86' (when it still was  dictatorship time) and a way to recognize all the   effort that my grandpa made for the people that he represented. So, obviously, when I just turned 18, I registered myself to vote. 

The truth is that now I'm not so sure about all the things that  I used to think. Now, I don't believe that my vote can make a difference; I don't trust in any politician or political party....I'm starting to believe that all the things that  were supposed to happen with the democracy were a lie...so, I hate all the electoral campaigns...there are a waste of money and resources; a way to elect a person who doesn't have a real interest in making any difference in the system, and if he/she wants to, he/she can't make it. Besides, during the campaigns there are a lot of dishonest things that the candidates would make to win the elections...

Moreover, in my opinion, there isn't a real good politician, someone who makes a real representation of the people's needs and  works to make a change.

...at times, when I look all the things and effort that my grandpa made, sometimes I think that maybe I could have a career in politics and make a difference (like him)...but no...politics is too corrupted....