We all want to be heard, to be seen, to be known. The need for attention runs well inside us. Right from the start, we cried for food and water, and as we progressed, our demands also adapted. And the way we demand also changed. From crying out loud, now we post tiny statements on social media. For many of us, it becomes the voice of our reason. Some go on using the practical demonstration to show their capabilities. They have the most power to fulfil their act but are also the most to lose. Just like the fire below, some personalities decide that invasion is the best route, a meltdown is all that we need.
Ignite a fire and watch the result burn to a crisp. On small scale, we all do invade, sometimes into other people’s privacy, or their minds. But, on a large scale, armies of doom are sent to an unsuspecting land to wreak havoc and complete their demands. It is the large ones we hear about a lot, but the small ones are the deadliest because once the invader is successful, we go into a full meltdown. The meltdown often leads to desperation, and in desperation, we go. With desperation comes the urge to resist, the urge to resist change. A change that may affect their lives fully.
We, humans, are the biggest shakers and movers, but ironically, we want to remain static. We just want to stay inside our cocoon of power and expect the world outside to change. Why do we have to invade when we have the best and the brightest minds. We always end up in situations where we blame the circumstances rather than looking inside our static core. The moment we realise that our choices are a tiny cog in the big gear train, then lots of things could happen.
Now now, we all are the creators and the destroyers, that is constant. But we are destroying more than creating. We expect to rise from the ashes and run a revolution to make it all heard to the unsuspecting people. Look around, what do you see? The birds chirping, trees mingling with the sky above, the sky painting with the clouds and the stars. But then we see the cruel side as well, trash spread around, the dead lying on the ground like fallen soldiers of war. We cannot even bat an eye towards the dirty yet we are the ones creating the dirt. It is an ironic situation that we find ourselves in.
Yet, somehow we end up creating revolutions and resolutions. those mighty hiccups and storms, end up creating a fire and then like a phoenix, we are reborn. Most of the time it does not matter, as we end up being the same as before, but on rare occasions, we do manage to catch the lightning in the bottle. A spark ignites inside and something changes. Not evident at first, but something in the gear train changes. A choice we make today end up affecting something in the future, that is the best adventure we all follow.
Sometimes, we can be at the right place at the wrong time or, we can be at the wrong place at the right time. But never at the right place at the right time. The excitement, the revolutions always happen when worlds collide and words fight. We are always going to be at the centre of it all. And the cycle will repeat.
A fire, some destruction and the great revolutionary ideas will follow.