Just by luck I got to Sunday Scribblings, a wonderful website that inspires you to write about something and motions you to do so between a week. Well, I got there on sunday and it was the starting day of the writing prompt of the week, I decided to take a chance and jump into the bandwagon. Here’s the result. An introspective text I must say.
I’ve always considered Revolutions as a result of a personal process, sometimes those personal processes take the time to grow and spread like a virus, making it contagious, leading us to a worldwide manifestation. And it is magical. Of course not all revolutions lead to good ends, not all revolutions come from good things, but that shows part of our nature as humans, but also shows the power of ideas and persuasion.
Revolution comes from the latin revolutio, a turn around. Revolutions are also those cycles we finish, but they go hand in hand with the growth (and also detriment) of those ideas that made us start in principle. So in the end it is all connected: you give birth to an idea, it either grows, matures and becomes something important or it just stays there, is not neutered, gets rotten, spreads like a disease or just dies.
As part of being human I consider revolutions something crucial in our lives, in all aspects: personal, social, political, religious… creatively too. We always start things, we always want to change thing either because we think we can improve them, because they don’t work at all or because we just like to change and get tired of the same old shit. And that last one for me is the main root of what a revolution looks and feels like: Change.
When people talk to me about change I think about revolution, it is something that’s going to transform inside and will transfix everything and everyone outside. A revolution is a more ambitious change, you don’t mean to do it for yourself only, you mean to make the world and the people on it part of that change. It can be bad, it can be good, it can be for selfish purposes or it can be for everyone to deserve. It is curious when I ask someone about the term revolution they always think about political issues, which, of course they change our lives but they always start from a simple picture: an individual with an idea and a wish for change.
I’m not getting in to the debate of which revolution worked, which one was worth… For me the only revolution existent and worth right now is the revolution of the self: changing everlastingly as our ideas grow and rot and not fall asleep and be a person without a goal and a wish to do something for ourselves or everybody else.
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