There is a peculiar tragedy that plays out in the corridors of power, in boardrooms, in political offices, in institutions of every kind; and it is this: the person who sits in the chair of authority is often not entirely the person your plain eyes see. Behind the grey hair, aged temples, the measured speech, the decades of experience, there is sometimes a much younger soul still keeping score. When encountering or confronting a person whom the leader had a difference of opinion or was in loggerhead with long ago, the old scores and scoreboards return. It is as psychologists admit, “When an old wound gets triggered, you don't act your age, you act the age you were hurt.” Leadership, by its very nature, arrives late in ones lice. It is the harvest of a long life, of learning, of failure, of persistence, of accumulating wisdom through seasons of struggle. A person becomes a leader at fifty, at sixty, sometimes later, carrying with them what feels like the full weight of everything ...
We, as humans, are rational, political, spiritual, social, and psychological beings; with strong longing for aesthetics, freedom, survival, and going beyond. We need doses of INSPIRATIONS, and vital SUPPORT SYSTEMS almost daily. A book, an art, a person, an idea, an example, etc. could be, on the one hand, an inspiration (SPRINGBOARD) when we do not know how to jump up to the next step; on the other hand, could be a support system (WALKING STICK) when we are vulnerable and prone to fall.