I kept waiting for someone else to speak first. To lead. To name the truth. But the silence stretched too long, and the world kept burning. That’s when I realized—no one is coming. I am the one. Not because I’m the most qualified. Not because I’m ready. But because I’m here. Awake. Willing. The mantle doesn’t fall on the perfect. It falls on the present. And leadership, I’m learning, isn’t about control—it’s about clarity. About walking forward when the path is still on fire. Today, I stop waiting for permission. I carry the weight. I become the voice.
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