I love the word revolution. I love what it represents historically. I love the power and references that it holds.
Yes, revolutions were often not only daring but also bloody and cruel, taking lots of lives. They both stopped and triggered wars. They liberated and poisoned. But they always brought about change and pushed the human race further.
We live in the day and age of personal revolutions, where we have to dare not only on the collective level but also the personal.
As Rollo May observed:
The opposite of courage in our society is not cowardice, it is conformity.
Non-conformity begins in the morning when you wake up and say enough:
I will no longer march with the crowd. I will look into the mirror instead and daringly ask myself: How am I living? Why am I living? What’s my purpose? Is this relationship working? Is this job satisfying me? Am I making a difference? Do I have any regrets?
These are the questions that stop your being part of the industrial revolution and triggering your personal one.
And the road of personal revolution isn’t accompanied by weapons or smeared with blood. The only armour you will need is brutal honesty with yourself and others.
Personal revolution will not kill anyone but your masks, pretences and shields, and you want them killed – however painful.
Start one morning soon – or have you begun already?
What’s your personal revolution?