  I have wondered about the term 'revolution' before. Does it come from 'revolt' or from 'revolve'? There is an important difference. When we make changes in our lives, we effect a revolution; one that is internal and often fraught with danger and derring-do. To&nbsp;revolt is to "rise in rebellion against constituted authority; renounce allegiance; mutiny; rebel". This is what we want when we try to change.
But we don't revolt, we revolve. To revolve is to "move in an orbit around a center;&nbsp;move in cycles; recur periodically". And thus, a complete revolution, is a change that has come around full circle to the place it began, occurring and recurring as it has always and will always do. Everything comes full circle. And so we change, we head off in some direction, and yet we are held fast in orbit around some immovable center. Change your path or change your direction: It doesn't matter because the change wont be complete until you have come completely around and not changed at all.
If you want to change, the only way to do it is to shift the center around which you orbit. This is your core, and if you change this, then all of your actions and ideas and directions in life will follow suit. This is incredibly difficult. I quit smoking cigarettes four years ago. It was easy, actually. This past week I have smoked at least a whole pack.
Why? Because I was caught in revolution. I had changed much since I was a smoker, but here, in this week, I had come fully around and found myself wanting cigarettes. I was seeking something else other cigarettes, something far more mercurial and vague, yet my desire for a cigarette was nonetheless real. Four years equaled one full revolution. I doubt I'll ever smoke cigarettes again.&nbsp;I wonder, now, in what direction I should head.
If I must repeat my mistakes, as we all will, as we all do, then ought I not intend to make the most pleasant mistakes possible, so that in their repetition I can find some happiness? Would I not be insane to do otherwise? A foot and light hearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me leading wherever&nbsp;I choose. Henceforth I do not ask good-fortune, I am myself good-fortune, Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing, Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms, Strong and content I travel the open road. The earth, that is sufficient, I do not want the constellations any nearer, I know they are well where they are, I know they suffice for those who belong to them. (Still here I carry my delicious burdens, I carry them, men and women, I carry them with me wherever I go, I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them, I am fill'd with them, and I will fill them in return.
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