I feel physically sick tonight.
My stomach is doing somersaults and my heart is racing.
I can’t eat.
It’s the eve of the Scottish Referendum.
Tomorrow I will go to the polls along with my fellow countrymen to cast a vote that will determine whether Scotland stays within the 307 year union of the United Kingdom or declares its wish for independence.
For me there is no doubt in my mind that a vote for independence is the right thing for Scotland.
And, perhaps, more importantly, the right thing for the rest of the world.
A rather grand claim, some may say. And yes, I quite understand the doubts that billions of people would have in imagining that a nation of just over 5,000,000 people could have any great impact on the rest of the world.
What possible benefit could the rest of humanity gain by Scotland declaring itself as a self-governing nation?
You would have to know us, to understand us, to believe what so many of us believe. Our history has written our character as the history of any nation has written theirs. What makes the heart of a country are the common experiences of its people.
Here I could hark back to the past as all peoples can do, review a chequered history and claim, with some justification, that we were robbed of self-determination.
I could. But I won’t.
Suffice to say that, ‘what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger’. And there is truth in that.
Our hearts have been tested and they ache for the plight of all disenfranchised. They ache for the poor and the hungry. For the homeless and the destitute. Those with no clothes to their back. Those who live in the shadow of weapons that could annihilate millions.
Our history is littered with occasions that have caused hearts to ache fit to breaking. We know and understand that justice begins with one hand reaching to help another. Out hearts have not broken. They are stronger.
When our hands are free we, the people, not the politicians, determine the path we follow in aiding justice and peace in our nation.
From there the ripples grow.
I have no enemies. None in the UK. None in any part of the world.
The enemy I deal with is the the lack of hope that people have around the world when those elected in our name pay lip service to the needs of people and to the good of our planet as a whole.
We are all culpable in how the world stands today.
Only voices and action will change the status quo.
The mood in Scotland is one of renewed hope. The movement has risen from the ground to the surface. The people believe in a better way. The people are capable of delivering a better way.
There are no bullets here. Only a ballot box. And the will of the Scottish people.
I pray with all my heart and soul that the majority of the Scottish electorate will vote tomorrow for independence. That, in gaining a free hand, we will reach our hands out to embrace justice and peace. And others may believe, that if a mere two million voters can declare for this cause, so can the world.
My sickness has turned, after writing this, to tears. I want a future worth having for my seven children and for all the children in the world.
We have to start somewhere.