Leaves of the roots

The pioneer promoting an innovation in thought and action will face an unrehearsed destiny. Those who do something new will face a new fate. It’s in the hands of the times that innovation will rise out of the individual, for the collective. The procedure taken by history is beyond man’s control in the individual sense. Yet it is always individuals who are remembered by collective memory, for generation there after, known to be pioneers, innovator of ideas. Thus ideas flow through history, within individual agents who face unrehearsed destinies, struggling with the status quo. It is not the job for all, for all would be remembered. Those who humbly acknowledge their personal obligation to the collective and to history will be bolded in name for ages to come. These are the individuals we may owe our very existence to. These are the people who shape our very existence. For the trees, with great aesthetic manifestations above the soil, the leaf owes its existence to the roots. Those who partake the role of pioneers are the water of the well from which we are kept alive in the other wise desert of stagnation.
One might naively ask, why shouldn’t one be stagnated? For the same reason that, existence hasn’t and never will be with out turbulence. For the world of status quo has with in it a natural tendency to be always in flux as are the colors of the trees. The sun determines the conditions of the latter. It is out of the leaf’s control to drop in October. It is out of the tree’s control to blossom in May. The roots have orders from above. As the world of flux is present in nature, man being part of nature must oblige to the same law.
Man thinks and feels and dreams. The dreams respond to conditions determined by history. It is out of man’s control to think. It is out man’s control to feel. Revolutions emerge when man obliges to ideals. Pioneers are always radicals in their times, full of creativity, imagination and persistence yet with out history's urge, the conditions for the emergence of historic figures won’t be met till history itself determines it. For history is always in search for men such as MLK to be produced into figures of admiration in present for the future.
All the great figures wanted the same thing. All of them were after unity. All of them, all of the men and women, figures of our past, wanted to share; they wanted their individualism to be wiped away, to be replaced; so there can emerge the unity with others which they had desperate longing for.
So why some and not all? How come so few in numbers are those whose names have persisted through history? What did they have in their possession that made them distinguishable?
They lacked control, since it was history that would decide whom she wants to assign the job to. As the proverb reads “the real loser is the one who is so afraid of losing that he doesn’t even make an attempt”. All figures whose names are bolded in history must have been brave, curious, passionate, desperate enough so that they would organize their thought, their action, their dreams to correspond to societal and cultural and historical needs of their times. It was their constant readiness to be revealed what the needs of their society was that shown their candidacy legitimate for history to choose them.

“Maintain constant states of revelation for truths will be revealed thus then.”

It must not be easy to make the correspondence mentioned above. To sacrifice your whole being for a cause that was necessitated by history to be revealed, not even knowing the ending. For it was easy, if the ending was entailed from the beginning the numbers of what we know as great men would be many more. For it must have been a strenuous stress on the body and the mind to become aware of the times need. But my point is this, that man writes history about man. Yet it is always man that writes history about men, who with the full force of their will acknowledged their insignificance as individuals and let history choose them as leaders of a movement, as scientists… as dreamers to revolutionize the world as they knew it to a new direction.