What’s Your Personal Revolution?

personal revolution, man, hands, words, courage, young modelI 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?

Comments

  1. I’ve started already. Last year I lost my car to repossession. This week I signed papers releasing my home of six years. I have no idea where I’ll land. But I’ve got to be out this house by January 31, 2016.

    I’m shedding. If I’d be honest with myself I’d have to admit that I’ve craved freedom for a long time. No, I didn’t plan for it to happen this way. And yet, I intuitively know it could hardly have happened any other way. If things we comfortable, I’d stay put. But I’ve so desired to fly. To experience a newness that I can’t explain. I’ve done the American nightmare thing. Climb the ladder of success…only to discover that the lawyer ladder that I’d ascended didn’t, nor could, make my heart sing.

    But with change, even when we yearn for it, can come sadness and fear. I can’t wait to see where I’ll land, and be able to give thanks for the journey.

    1. Wow. Thank you for sharing. This is quite a story. You’re brimming with courage. I just checked out your site, which is looking pretty awesome. Great to connect and good luck with your personal revolution!

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