When the sea calms, the price of intuitive leadership
The captain's solitude
The sea was asleep. After the storm, all that remained was the smell of salt and the distant sound of the waves dying against the hull. The crew rested, exhausted. Meanwhile, the captain lay awake on deck, motionless, staring at a horizon he could no longer see.
Always the dark glasses on his nose, he hid his secret. No one suspected that, behind them, his eyes were blind.
Yet he knew that the darkness would pass - for a few days, maybe a week. That was the price. And he accepted it... They had survived. This moment of silence was not just a break It was a test of the intuitive leadership, The one who guides without seeing, but who feels.
Under the storm
During the night, the ship had come close to sinking. The wind had broken a sail, the rudder was in danger of coming off, and the crew panicked. The orders flew, the answers mingled. The chaos reigned.
It was then that the captain used his gift. This was not magic in the ordinary sense, but a rare form of intuitive leadership an inner perception that enables it to see emotional colours the men around him.
The power to see differently
Every sailor shone with a distinct hue :
- The second 🔴 vibrated with anger and urgency.
- The navigator 🔵 was trying to control the fear through reason.
- The youngest 🟢 was shaking, paralysed by uncertainty.
- Another 🟡 was issuing contradictory orders, desperate for attention.
These colours weren't beautiful - they were data. The captain read them like a map: he knew who could stay focused, who needed clear instructions, who was going to flinch.
In just a few minutes, he reorganised everything. He changed roles, redistributed responsibilities and spoke to everyone according to their colour: firm with some, calm with others, a bearer of hope for those who doubted.
Little by little, the chaos receded. Orders became fluid and coordination resumed. Thanks to this intuitive leadership, the ship survived.
The price of vision
When the sea calmed Finally, the captain tried to open his eyes... but nothing. Not the sky, not the deck, not the light of dawn. Nothing but darkness.
He understood immediately what had just happened. This gift could not be used once a day. Forced beyond that, he paid a whole week of blindness. That was the rule. He knew the rules. That night, however, he had no choice.
Now, with the ship safe, all he had left was the silence and the weight of the secret. As a result, every breath of wind seemed heavier. For the crew, however, he was still a man with a calm voice and a distant gaze.
Nobody imagined that, behind the dark glasses, he was could see nothing.
The thought
Leaning against the rail, he listened to the sea. The wind was whispering a old song:
«Maybe seeing is the most dangerous power there is,» he thought. «Because the more we see... the less we feel.»
Closing his eyes, he felt the colours. He knew where every man was, what every man dreamt, what every man feared. So he understood that he no longer needed light.
That's what intuitive leadership : guide without light, feeling rather than seeing, understand beyond appearances.
Finally, he let himself be carried along by the roll... The sea guided him.
👉 What about you? What would you give for a power that reveals everything... but forces you to live in the dark?
- Exploration in Colour 🌈🧭
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