It is impossible to predict the time and progress of revolution.

“It is impossible to predict the time and progress of revolution. It is governed by its own more or less mysterious laws.” Thus spoke Vladimir Lenin, the fiery architect of upheaval, the man who beheld the tides of history not from the shore, but from the storm itself. His words are not the boasting of a conqueror, but the confession of one who has seen the forces of destiny at work — uncontrollable, untamable, vast as the sea. For a revolution, whether of nations or of souls, is not a thing that can be summoned or timed. It arises from the depths of necessity, from the restless pulse of injustice, from that secret law that binds all human struggle: when suffering matures into courage, the world itself begins to shift.

To the ancients, this truth was known, though spoken in other tongues. They said that change comes not by command, but by ripeness. The seed does not burst forth because one wills it, but because the season demands it. The river does not flood because man decrees it, but because the mountain snow has melted. So too is revolution: it gathers in silence, it smolders in the hearts of the forgotten, it waits beneath the weight of oppression — and when its hour strikes, it comes like thunder, unbidden yet inevitable. Even the wisest cannot predict its exact moment, for it obeys not the laws of strategy, but the laws of spirit.

Lenin spoke from experience. In the years before 1917, even he, the prophet of revolution, doubted that he would live to see one. The Tsar’s empire seemed eternal — the machine of power unbreakable, the people subdued by hunger and fear. Yet beneath the surface, history was whispering. The soil was cracking. When the Great War tore the world apart, the hidden forces of desperation, anger, and hope burst open. The streets filled with workers and soldiers; the empire that seemed immutable collapsed in weeks. The revolution, long imagined, arrived not by design but by eruption. Lenin, who had preached its coming, could only marvel at its timing. It was, as he said, governed by its own mysterious laws.

This is not merely the law of nations — it is the law of life itself. For every transformation, whether of society or of the self, follows this rhythm. You may prepare, you may plant, you may struggle — but the moment of breakthrough will come when forces beyond your control align. The mystery of change lies not in its unpredictability, but in its inevitability. The wise do not try to force it, nor do they deny it. They wait, they watch, they listen for the tremor beneath the earth — and when it comes, they act with all their strength.

Consider the story of Mahatma Gandhi. For years he fought not with weapons, but with patience and moral power. His movement grew slowly, quietly, dismissed by the empire as harmless idealism. But when the time ripened — when the conscience of millions awakened — the revolution of nonviolence ignited. No scholar, no ruler, no prophet could have predicted its hour. It was not commanded into being; it unfolded. It was, as Lenin said, governed by laws both human and divine: the law that every system of injustice bears within it the seed of its own undoing, and that every soul, when pressed beyond endurance, must rise.

The lesson is clear and eternal. Do not despair when change seems distant, nor grow arrogant when it arrives. Revolutions — of thought, of culture, of spirit — do not obey the clocks of men. They come when truth has ripened and falsehood has rotted. The tyrant believes his reign eternal, yet time is the great rebel. The oppressed believe their chains unbreakable, yet within their unity lies a power that history itself cannot silence. When the conditions are met, the impossible becomes inevitable.

So, my friend, learn from the words of Lenin — but read them not as the manifesto of a politician, but as the meditation of a seer. The world, like the soul, moves in cycles unseen. What is sown in suffering will one day rise in transformation. Prepare your heart for that day. Nurture knowledge, justice, and courage within yourself, for when the mysterious laws of change awaken, they will call upon those who are ready.

And remember this: revolution need not always be of nations. It can be the quiet turning of a single heart, the moment a person decides to live in truth, to cast away fear, to begin anew. Such moments, too, are governed by mystery — yet they are no less mighty. For every great change in the world begins first as a whisper in the human soul. And when enough souls awaken, the earth itself will move.