All images: Vincent Leroy, Sunrise / Paris, 2018. Courtesy of the artist.
by Aline Betzabeth Montes de Oca
TO BE A TRUE LEADER IT IS IMPORTANT TO UNDERSTAND THE STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES OF THOSE AROUND SO YOU CAN HELP THEM BE THE BEST VERSION OF THEMSELVES.
For a really long time I have asked myself that question without having any idea of what could be the right answer.
Today I think I finally got my answer.
Leadership is not about being busy or pressing everyone to do whatever you want to. Leadership is about compromising with your people and with yourself, it means giving your best and not letting other people down. Sometimes it requires you to give your best to the one who needs it and to put yourself in the shoes of other people, to listen to them with all your senses and to see their virtues and celebrate them.
A leader is a human being who makes a difference in someone’s life. Even if you don’t notice it at the moment, you should know we all have a leader inside of us, we all can make a change in this world. We only need to be strong enough to see it.
Do the right thing, even if no one is watching, this is what a leader does. Leadership is taking people by the hand and teaching them new things. I’m on my way to become a great one!
Aline Betzabeth Montes de Oca is student of the 5th Trimester in campus Cancún.
by George Gordon Byron
Titan! to whose immortal eyes
The sufferings of mortality,
Seen in their sad reality,
Were not as things that gods despise;
What was thy pity’s recompense?
A silent suffering, and intense;
The rock, the vulture, and the chain,
All that the proud can feel of pain,
The agony they do not show,
The suffocating sense of woe,
Which speaks but in its loneliness,
And then is jealous lest the sky
Should have a listener, nor will sigh
Until its voice is echoless.
Titan! to thee the strife was given
Between the suffering and the will,
Which torture where they cannot kill;
And the inexorable Heaven,
And the deaf tyranny of Fate,
The ruling principle of Hate,
Which for its pleasure doth create
The things it may annihilate,
Refused thee even the boon to die:
The wretched gift Eternity
Was thine - and thou hast borne it well.
All that the Thunderer wrung from thee
Was but the menace which flung back
On him the torments of thy rack;
The fate thou didst so well foresee,
But would not to appease him tell;
And in thy Silence was his Sentence,
And in his Soul a vain repentance,
And evil dread so ill dissembled,
That in his hand the lightnings trembled.
Thy Godlike crime was to be kind,
To render with thy precepts less
The sum of human wretchedness,
And strengthen Man with his own mind;
But baffled as thou wert from high,
Still in thy patient energy,
In the endurance, and repulse
Of thine impenetrable Spirit,
Which Earth and Heaven could not convulse,
A mighty lesson we inherit:
Thou art a symbol and a sign
To Mortals of their fate and force;
Like thee, Man is in part divine,
A troubled stream from a pure source;
And Man in portions can foresee
His own funereal destiny;
His wretchedness, and his resistance,
And his sad unallied existence:
To which his Spirit may oppose
Itself - an equal to all woes -
And a firm will, and a deep sense,
Which even in torture can descry
Its own concentered recompense,
Triumphant where it dares defy,
And making Death a Victory.
* Diodati, July, 1816. [First published, Prisoner of Chillon, 1816.]
George Gordon Byron better known as Lord Byron was an English poet and politician, considered one of the historical leading figures of the Romantic movement. Byron was an admirer of the figure of Prometheus and his poems abound with allusions to the hero and the legend.
by Edgar Allan Poe
In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam,
A lonely spirit guiding.
What though that light, thro’ storm and night,
So trembled from afar
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth’s day star?
Edgar Allan Poe was an American writer, editor, and literary critic. He is best known for his poetry and short stories, particularly his tales of mystery and the macabre.