Leadership, the kind that ends the pattern, is something quieter. Something steadier. Something rooted in presence, not performance.

This is the quiet machinery of collapse: the normalization of disconnect, the subtle betrayals of truth, and the daily rituals of self-abandonment that become culture.

We live in a time when the dominant tone is resignation disguised as realism. But I believe in a different tone. I believe in the human capacity to remember what we’ve forgotten.