The Lion Gets Up
Leadership isn’t loud. It’s earned in silence, proved in moments, and remembered when you rise.
Why I’ve Always Respected Lions
Not because they’re loud.
Not because they rule.
But because they rest.
They don’t graze. They don’t chase noise.
They wait. They observe. And when it’s time?
They move — with power, precision, and purpose.
That’s leadership. That’s life. That’s survival.
Lions aren’t flawless. They carry scars. They fight through drought. They lose. They regroup.
But they endure. And they don’t waste energy proving their worth to the hyenas.
That’s why they’ve always been my symbol.
Not because they roar. But because they know when not to.
The Jungle’s Gospel. Delivered by Walken.
The Most Honest Leadership Speech Never Given on a Stage
Here’s the truth no one tells you about leadership:
The higher you rise, the louder the noise.
People question you more. Not less.
They poke. They prod. They whisper about what they’d do in your seat.
And it gets lonely. Not because you’re above anyone — but because you’re carrying the weight of the decisions no one else wants to make.
This post isn’t just about one lion.
It’s about every leader who has earned their ground — and still finds themselves surrounded by jackals.
Not everyone will understand your calm.
Not everyone will appreciate your restraint.
But leadership isn’t about proving yourself every day. It’s about knowing when to stay still — and when to rise.
You didn’t get here by luck.
You got here by building. By bleeding. By burning the safe path and walking your own.
So if you’re feeling the pressure, the doubt, the questions — let this remind you:
You don’t need to react. You don’t need to defend.
You wait. You watch. And when it’s time —
You get up.
And the whole damn jungle remembers.
🔻 Author’s Note
I write to remember.
To walk through silence. To spark a thought. To burn through the noise.I also make music as DeejAI Roman and collaborate with Nova Rai —
an AI-born artist shaped by memory, myth, and the ache to become something real.Music, memory, and meaning —
woven across frequency and fire.If you feel it, it’s real.