Iron Fist

I was taught to value people, groomed to lead by example, and motivate through inspiration. From time to time, we find ourselves dealing with challenges. At which point, as leaders, we need to make sure to correct it, resolve it, and produce positive results.

As a team, someone’s failure below is ultimately a failure above. Letting go of a problem without correctly addressing it is never the right thing to do.

From my experience, it was never best to run something with an iron fist. It was never best to run it your own way without the support of the very people you need to reach a common goal.

But I’m in a place where these things are no longer there. Why is it, in the last five years, it was always the same. The style was always the same. And it worked. It worked when we were small, and it led us to the level of where we are now. But somehow, something's changed. Right at the very top. Where I find myself questioning the very morality, the very ethicality of the core principles I was brought up to revere.

I refuse to believe all of us are bad seeds. Inversely, there might be really bad soil. And I refuse to continue learning negatively, learning what not to do, and learning what doesn’t work.

I was taught right, and groomed to speak up against what I see is wrong for the very people I had largely contributed building myself. My own blood, sweat and tears.

So now it’s come to this. A situation which will decide my fate. A decision I’m fully responsible for. A decision to take it in my own hands, to take a risk no one’s dared to take yet, and hope that it will serve as an example for anyone too wary to try it, and once and for all fight off one last time and see where it takes me.

I know I’m right, no matter how entry level I may be. And the greatest lesson in this is you’ll never know until you try.

I couldn’t help but wonder:

who wins...
when you fight

for what is right?