No easy sail

Too often than not,
A community goes through  a spectacular transformation.
More easier to relate with,

Is a man who goes through vicissitudes in his own thoughts,
And as a result transforms himself and society.
In other times society stagnates,
And everything seems to be on a go slow,
A certain kind of blackout of purpose,
And at such times,
The snail natured times need a kick at the back,
a proding of circumstance,
a recollection of both old wisdom and modern wit.
Better still,
a review of ingrained culture.
I asked a scholar what stagnates society,
And he said its the ignorance of the unlearned masses.
I asked a layman what stagnates  a whole community,
And he said -without blinking,
That it is the learned man's lack of spontaneity in decision making.
Of the two i found that one answer was more truer than the other,
Though both were true.
I enquired more from sages ,monks and nuns,
And none had same answer as the other,
Chief among them though,
Was that there is no easy sail
There was bound to be casualties in war they said.
Another one said more succinctly,
there was bound to be the giving up of convenience.
Another one said it more blatantly.
so uninhibited .......
That there was bound to be sacrifices.
He fell an inch short  of saying,
That blood was bound to be spilled.
But who wants to see human blood spilled,
It is in short supply anyway.
Shielding myself from popular wisdom
And avoiding the trap that snares so many as to eer in thought,
Keeping my focus on the narrow road ahead,
I,thugh different from so many, concurred.
That there is no easy sail.
When man gets the priviledge of living,
And he, like many other on this pilgrim believes he can,
Replacing his old tired thoughts with new ones,
Blocking his antenna from negative stimuli,
He ,with time, realises he has changed himself,
That he has changed his surroundings without knowing how,
And that he, has oiled the universe for a  leap into the future
And that,in itself, is no easy sail.