Published by: Jadelynn Arnigo
Date Published: October 7, 2025
Time Published: 10:53 AM
Category: Prose
Subject: Failed Leadership and Frustration
There is nothing more infuriating than a chair occupied by someone who was meant to lead, yet refuses to rise to the call. They carry the title, wear the name, and sit in the place where responsibility should live—yet when the moment demands presence, there is only absence. It is as if the crown rests on hollow air, heavy only in pretense, never in duty.
Leadership is not about claiming a seat but, it is about carrying its weight. It is showing up, again and again, when others depend on you. But what happens when the one who should embody strength is nothing more than an echo? Their silence becomes louder than their words, their excuses heavier than their work. And the ones who actually labor must carry the burden they abandoned.
I have seen it unfold—long hours when hands are needed, when voices must rise, when presence itself could have made a difference. Yet the seat remains empty, the duty untouched. They appear only when the spotlight is kind, but vanish when the work is raw and heavy. It is in those moments that the truth stings: they were never fit to lead, only eager to be seen.
The anger simmers because it feels like betrayal—not of promises spoken, but of the very essence of leadership. To sit high and do nothing is worse than not sitting at all. It is arrogance disguised as authority, cowardice cloaked in position. And in the shadow of such failure, everyone else is forced to bleed for the duties they refuse to touch.
What good is a leader who cannot lead? What good is a figure who cannot even stand in the place they claimed as theirs? An empty throne does not only mock those who look up to it; it wounds them. And in that wound grows the unshakable truth that not all who sit in power deserve to be called leaders—some are merely impostors who mistake a title for a soul.
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