I previously featured this post on my other blog “Life is Color” but I think it merits a repeat…
Must revolution always be wrought with bloody violence? Must it beat down the door and thrust a gun in one’s hands? Or may the revolution creep along quietly like a whisper, serenading sweet somethings into the collective consciousness of humanity beckoning “come closer”, ever so gently? Need a revolution be a destructive prospect? Should we automatically fear it?
Could it be that revolution is part of a natural growth process? In some circumstances could a revolution be a good thing, a wonderful thing?
Perhaps it is the duty of the next generation to challenge the ideas of the preceding ones, to stretch boundaries and reach just a little bit further.
As we traverse the present and head on straight for tomorrow what will we find there? Isn’t change constant and could we possibly encounter tiny revolutions at every step? Change happens whether we look for it or…
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