Leading the way was a light. No one could truly make out what it was, but it shined on, lighting the path for them. So they all learned to follow the light, knowing it would lead them home.
I lead them into battle. I lead them back out. I am the leader. You can find me on the front line, you cand find me drawing the line. That is what leading is about,. I make mistakes, but you follow them anyway, regardless. Tell me…. do you think I’m the leader you need? or do you need someone with more experience, with more life. I tell you what. I have more experience than you ever will. And my definition of life is nothing similar to yours.
I’m going to Camp America in the summer. I’m expected to lifeguard and lead a group of children (or groups) in water front activities. I’m terrified and excited all at the same. It’s my first trip by myself. Hopefully, the first of many.
a leader lead people in the right or wrong direction. i could go one way or the other. my choices will lead to success or failure. someone important will lead me in life, who is that?
I was leading her into the dark corridor, I wasn’t sure I was ready to do what I knew I had to. The knife was pressing against my leg and all I could feel was the cold blade on my skin and my heart beating out of my chest. I knew I had to do this. But could I? Was it worth it? Did I really want to kill the only person who ever cared about me just so that I could stay in a place where no one really wanted me? Lila giggled as I pulled her down the hallway and I felt my stomach drop. She trusted me. But then again, why wouldn’t she?
i was leading him down the ally way when the cat jumped up and attacked him. Not knowing what to do he killed and decided he I was leading in the wrong direction. We kept going and eventually I lead him the right way.
I feel like I am always leading, but few people know that most of the time I prefer following. No limelight, I just watch, learn, and do. Leading takes time, persuasion. I prefer to sit back. Do my best. Listen. Leading is for loudmouths. I prefer silence. And yet people follow me anyway. They seem to like it.
LEading men lead leading women in a leadinless wordl – where is the direction, who knows, where we walk to… Why walk at all? Leavin footprints for those who follow the leaders??
I feel like God is leading me somewhere out of my comfort zone. He’s taking me farther than I knew I could go. I just need to trust His lead in my life. and give all control to Him. He owns my life, not me. all His.
lady tramp flies away away far…ghost going south not a chance in hell but heaven waits for those who sing. dance away from the leader, don’t follow him. leaders may lead but wisdom follows. sing till the leader hears you and brings you to join him, then lead away on your own dance.
I’m sick of this word, this is the third time that they gave me this word does it ever change? Please put a new word, there’s nothing else I can write about it blab labhalbhskg… I am leading myself away from this, there ahpy
leading is being the one at the front or at the top. Leading can take you many places that sometimes you don’t even know why your there but in the end its for your own benefit. Leading can be both good and bad. you dont need to be a good person to lead
I led him in to danger. It was impossible to avoid. I had no choice but did I?
Is there any choice that we have in this world that cant be controlled by others…
Is there such thing as free will…
a way to distance oneself from others.
The world is filled with good leaders
but what is a leader
if everyone leads nothing is achieved
following is where it is at
leading is a man’s job? I never was ok with the idea. Maybe I am asking too much of life but I don’t think it’s right to have one sex have the shorter end of the stick. It’s an equal opportunity world or so I like to believe.
hands interlocked leading footsteps along a long straight, foliage-ridden path. dust riled up with every contact, insects jolted out of sleep, out of wakening, out of calm, and into an unwilling surrender to the giants that govern their existence.
I’m on the leading edge. My thoughts are my driver. Others do not want to follow because they are afraid of being the only one standing there on the leading edge. But it’s such a fantastic place to be out here on the leading edge. Soon though, others will join me. Many more are awakening to being conscious.
lead by example. do not lead by pointing. be a leader that is in it for others. not for yourself. your followwers though at first may not know but eventually will resent the shit out of you for it.
A man was leading his horse through the pasture, a gentle breeze blew through, rustling the grass around them and causing the horse, Ginger, to flick her tail around. He sighed and leaned against her neck; it was the perfect morning.
Leading the charge was the most timid, weak individual that you had ever laid eyes upon, but he did so with a ferocity displayed by the most seasoned of combat veterans.
The tour guide was leading them into the next room, but Aaron didn’t want to leave this one. Why would anyone? Gracefully high ceiling, stain glass windows, a beautiful echo from the past. However, once the pictures were taken and children began to squirm, no one wanted to remain. No one wanted to linger and imagine the greatness that once happened in such a wondrous room.
LEADING UP TO HIS DEATH IN 1967, HE OFTEN FELT EXTREME PHYSICAL DISCOMFORT ALONG WITH SHOOTING PAIN IN HIS LEFT LEG. THE PAIN IN HIS LEG WAS DESCRIBED AS A GHOST PAIN BY DOCTORS; HE HAD SUFFERED A SEVERE WAR INJURY TEN YEARS PAST.
I’m not very good at leading. Being in front makes me uncomfortable. How will I know which way to go – what is the best way to get there? Is there anyone following anyway?
I was leading my newly found friends down the dark hallway, hoping that we had escaped the zombies. Hah, Zombies! Something I thought would never happen. It’s funny how the world has changed. Crazy.
rules and ashamed. i can’t do it properly. i’m a failure at it. i’m always at the bottom no matter how i try to be “leading”. and i just don’t know why ok? my dad is mumbling. he too is leading. leading this house, leading me, my mom, my brother, my life. probably everything
i have been leading my finance team for a very long time but i always felt that i have never been given credit for that. i have always been overlooked and people who pretend to work are given more importance than me
You took my hand and I followed. I was so certain that you knew the way, because you always knew the way. And then we found ourselves here … lost … and I realized that you’d been lying all along.
Turns out that leading isn’t nearly so much about knowing where you’re going as being really confident about it, and of making the best of a bad situation.
We sat and had a picnic and waited for the search party to find us. Wasn’t how I was planning on spending my day, but it was one of the best days of my life.
Shards of glass cut into my feet, but I feel nothing. Knife wounds slice against my arms, but I feel nothing. Hot steaming water pours down over me, but I feel still nothing. You thrust your hand into my chest, wrap your clawed fingers around my lungs, and laugh. You squeeze and I choke out whispers. You speak words, taboos, and poison that drips from the sides of your mouth.
leading. a leader is someone who can carry a group of people into success. or aid success. a leader can have good or bad intentions. like hitler or anyone else. or they can be good, we can have lovely people in the world.
leading is what peoplel with power do, or people who think they have power. Often the sheeps follow and it’s not neccesarily a bad thing that they do. You just have to make sure the right person is leading the crowd (or a country) or else the world will just be slightly messed up when they stop leading and the crowd stands alone.
Leading is
who one is
They loom
over others
in the way they
serve them
they serve first
and rest second
They are the great generals
first on the battlefield
and last to leave
and from that they lead.
they are not a manager
or a boss
or the government with its dross.
For there are those who are “leaders”,
and there are those who are leading.
At the end of the following day, Basil and I walked out from the mainstreet of OBryonsville to the address indicated on the napkin Mylott had given us.
It was a good distance away, and followed for a long while along a dirt road, named “Lakeside Lane”, as indicated by a rusted old street sign. We came upon the lodge after about half an hour of walking, at the end of the road.
Mylott’s lodge was an ultra-modern, chrome, square marvel, located at the bottom of a gentle slope on the lakeside. No other houses or structures were anywhere near here.
A massive architectural prize, it faced outwards onto the wide, deep blue lake, which reflected the moon and shimmered brilliantly. The lights were golden within, and seemed to promise some sort of serenity, something like the peaceful tranquility you sense in an old painting. It’s a scene I won’t ever forget.
Leading the way, I walked up to the large, silver door and knocked. The reverberating sound was like a bell ringing.
A moment later, Mylott opened the door. He was dressed this time in a dusty, old suit, one which evidently hadn’t been worn in ages, and the style of which implied it was from an era long past. Upon recognizing us, his eyebrows rose and his mouth split into a laugh of relief.
“Good lawd, I thought you two had gotten lost. Come in, come in, make yourselves at home!”
I, still entranced, walked in, followed by a nervous and awkward Basil, who, with a surprising show of good manners, threw his cigarette before entering with a practiced flick of his index finger.
The inside was no less appealing to the eye. A massive, spacious first room gave the notion that the entire house was hollow, save for the doors and hallways that his along the walls. A kitchen meant for a delicatessen chef and a living room fit for an ambassadors quarters were mingled side by side, openly. No paintings hung on the walls, but photographs of pelicans and seafaring birds.
Ushering us towards the center of the room, where three massive leather chairs sat facing one another in a circle (He had been anticipating this night with great foresight, it seemed), he ran back into the kitchen and wheeled out a serving tray so thin and delicate that it appeared apt to fall apart any second. Upon it was three bottles of what appeared to be wine.
Mylott then plonked down onto a seat, poured three glasses of liquor, and proceeded to beam at the pair of us.
A sense of entrapment, leading to a friendship, leading to curiosity, leading to success, leading to loss, leading to a trip, leading to an encounter, leading to an aspiration, leading to a migration, leading to a child, leading to a discovery, leading to the possibility of love, leading to my life.
It only takes corage, devotion and passion to know what can be leading you in a way that nothing could ever
Leading the way was a light. No one could truly make out what it was, but it shined on, lighting the path for them. So they all learned to follow the light, knowing it would lead them home.
I lead them into battle. I lead them back out. I am the leader. You can find me on the front line, you cand find me drawing the line. That is what leading is about,. I make mistakes, but you follow them anyway, regardless. Tell me…. do you think I’m the leader you need? or do you need someone with more experience, with more life. I tell you what. I have more experience than you ever will. And my definition of life is nothing similar to yours.
I’m going to Camp America in the summer. I’m expected to lifeguard and lead a group of children (or groups) in water front activities. I’m terrified and excited all at the same. It’s my first trip by myself. Hopefully, the first of many.
a leader lead people in the right or wrong direction. i could go one way or the other. my choices will lead to success or failure. someone important will lead me in life, who is that?
I was leading her into the dark corridor, I wasn’t sure I was ready to do what I knew I had to. The knife was pressing against my leg and all I could feel was the cold blade on my skin and my heart beating out of my chest. I knew I had to do this. But could I? Was it worth it? Did I really want to kill the only person who ever cared about me just so that I could stay in a place where no one really wanted me? Lila giggled as I pulled her down the hallway and I felt my stomach drop. She trusted me. But then again, why wouldn’t she?
i was leading him down the ally way when the cat jumped up and attacked him. Not knowing what to do he killed and decided he I was leading in the wrong direction. We kept going and eventually I lead him the right way.
I feel like I am always leading, but few people know that most of the time I prefer following. No limelight, I just watch, learn, and do. Leading takes time, persuasion. I prefer to sit back. Do my best. Listen. Leading is for loudmouths. I prefer silence. And yet people follow me anyway. They seem to like it.
LEading men lead leading women in a leadinless wordl – where is the direction, who knows, where we walk to… Why walk at all? Leavin footprints for those who follow the leaders??
Leading to what?
Leading who?
Leading where?
And why lead?
I feel like God is leading me somewhere out of my comfort zone. He’s taking me farther than I knew I could go. I just need to trust His lead in my life. and give all control to Him. He owns my life, not me. all His.
lady tramp flies away away far…ghost going south not a chance in hell but heaven waits for those who sing. dance away from the leader, don’t follow him. leaders may lead but wisdom follows. sing till the leader hears you and brings you to join him, then lead away on your own dance.
He lead them.
A mighty soldier, with a shield made of simple valor and chivalry.
He had no idea where he was taking them. That didn’t matter.
He was their leader. And he lead.
Down the forest, through rivers. They loved him.
If only they understood what leading really was and how lost he really was becoming.
I’m sick of this word, this is the third time that they gave me this word does it ever change? Please put a new word, there’s nothing else I can write about it blab labhalbhskg… I am leading myself away from this, there ahpy
Leading is showing people the right road. Its taking responsibility for others. You are a model. You are in control.
leading is being the one at the front or at the top. Leading can take you many places that sometimes you don’t even know why your there but in the end its for your own benefit. Leading can be both good and bad. you dont need to be a good person to lead
Leading is hard job. I hate leading people.
I led him in to danger. It was impossible to avoid. I had no choice but did I?
Is there any choice that we have in this world that cant be controlled by others…
Is there such thing as free will…
a way to distance oneself from others.
The world is filled with good leaders
but what is a leader
if everyone leads nothing is achieved
following is where it is at
leading is a man’s job? I never was ok with the idea. Maybe I am asking too much of life but I don’t think it’s right to have one sex have the shorter end of the stick. It’s an equal opportunity world or so I like to believe.
hands interlocked leading footsteps along a long straight, foliage-ridden path. dust riled up with every contact, insects jolted out of sleep, out of wakening, out of calm, and into an unwilling surrender to the giants that govern their existence.
I’m on the leading edge. My thoughts are my driver. Others do not want to follow because they are afraid of being the only one standing there on the leading edge. But it’s such a fantastic place to be out here on the leading edge. Soon though, others will join me. Many more are awakening to being conscious.
lead by example. do not lead by pointing. be a leader that is in it for others. not for yourself. your followwers though at first may not know but eventually will resent the shit out of you for it.
He was leading her out of the darkness and into the light. She had been lost, cold and cruel, and he had saved her.
A man was leading his horse through the pasture, a gentle breeze blew through, rustling the grass around them and causing the horse, Ginger, to flick her tail around. He sighed and leaned against her neck; it was the perfect morning.
Leading the charge was the most timid, weak individual that you had ever laid eyes upon, but he did so with a ferocity displayed by the most seasoned of combat veterans.
The tour guide was leading them into the next room, but Aaron didn’t want to leave this one. Why would anyone? Gracefully high ceiling, stain glass windows, a beautiful echo from the past. However, once the pictures were taken and children began to squirm, no one wanted to remain. No one wanted to linger and imagine the greatness that once happened in such a wondrous room.
LEADING UP TO HIS DEATH IN 1967, HE OFTEN FELT EXTREME PHYSICAL DISCOMFORT ALONG WITH SHOOTING PAIN IN HIS LEFT LEG. THE PAIN IN HIS LEG WAS DESCRIBED AS A GHOST PAIN BY DOCTORS; HE HAD SUFFERED A SEVERE WAR INJURY TEN YEARS PAST.
I’m not very good at leading. Being in front makes me uncomfortable. How will I know which way to go – what is the best way to get there? Is there anyone following anyway?
I was leading my newly found friends down the dark hallway, hoping that we had escaped the zombies. Hah, Zombies! Something I thought would never happen. It’s funny how the world has changed. Crazy.
rules and ashamed. i can’t do it properly. i’m a failure at it. i’m always at the bottom no matter how i try to be “leading”. and i just don’t know why ok? my dad is mumbling. he too is leading. leading this house, leading me, my mom, my brother, my life. probably everything
i have been leading my finance team for a very long time but i always felt that i have never been given credit for that. i have always been overlooked and people who pretend to work are given more importance than me
You took my hand and I followed. I was so certain that you knew the way, because you always knew the way. And then we found ourselves here … lost … and I realized that you’d been lying all along.
Turns out that leading isn’t nearly so much about knowing where you’re going as being really confident about it, and of making the best of a bad situation.
We sat and had a picnic and waited for the search party to find us. Wasn’t how I was planning on spending my day, but it was one of the best days of my life.
Shards of glass cut into my feet, but I feel nothing. Knife wounds slice against my arms, but I feel nothing. Hot steaming water pours down over me, but I feel still nothing. You thrust your hand into my chest, wrap your clawed fingers around my lungs, and laugh. You squeeze and I choke out whispers. You speak words, taboos, and poison that drips from the sides of your mouth.
leading. a leader is someone who can carry a group of people into success. or aid success. a leader can have good or bad intentions. like hitler or anyone else. or they can be good, we can have lovely people in the world.
leading is what peoplel with power do, or people who think they have power. Often the sheeps follow and it’s not neccesarily a bad thing that they do. You just have to make sure the right person is leading the crowd (or a country) or else the world will just be slightly messed up when they stop leading and the crowd stands alone.
Everyone walks across the wooded trail.
Everyone weathers the howling gale.
Everyone makes one final step.
Am I the only one who fears turning left?
Leading is
who one is
They loom
over others
in the way they
serve them
they serve first
and rest second
They are the great generals
first on the battlefield
and last to leave
and from that they lead.
they are not a manager
or a boss
or the government with its dross.
For there are those who are “leaders”,
and there are those who are leading.
At the end of the following day, Basil and I walked out from the mainstreet of OBryonsville to the address indicated on the napkin Mylott had given us.
It was a good distance away, and followed for a long while along a dirt road, named “Lakeside Lane”, as indicated by a rusted old street sign. We came upon the lodge after about half an hour of walking, at the end of the road.
Mylott’s lodge was an ultra-modern, chrome, square marvel, located at the bottom of a gentle slope on the lakeside. No other houses or structures were anywhere near here.
A massive architectural prize, it faced outwards onto the wide, deep blue lake, which reflected the moon and shimmered brilliantly. The lights were golden within, and seemed to promise some sort of serenity, something like the peaceful tranquility you sense in an old painting. It’s a scene I won’t ever forget.
Leading the way, I walked up to the large, silver door and knocked. The reverberating sound was like a bell ringing.
A moment later, Mylott opened the door. He was dressed this time in a dusty, old suit, one which evidently hadn’t been worn in ages, and the style of which implied it was from an era long past. Upon recognizing us, his eyebrows rose and his mouth split into a laugh of relief.
“Good lawd, I thought you two had gotten lost. Come in, come in, make yourselves at home!”
I, still entranced, walked in, followed by a nervous and awkward Basil, who, with a surprising show of good manners, threw his cigarette before entering with a practiced flick of his index finger.
The inside was no less appealing to the eye. A massive, spacious first room gave the notion that the entire house was hollow, save for the doors and hallways that his along the walls. A kitchen meant for a delicatessen chef and a living room fit for an ambassadors quarters were mingled side by side, openly. No paintings hung on the walls, but photographs of pelicans and seafaring birds.
Ushering us towards the center of the room, where three massive leather chairs sat facing one another in a circle (He had been anticipating this night with great foresight, it seemed), he ran back into the kitchen and wheeled out a serving tray so thin and delicate that it appeared apt to fall apart any second. Upon it was three bottles of what appeared to be wine.
Mylott then plonked down onto a seat, poured three glasses of liquor, and proceeded to beam at the pair of us.
A sense of entrapment, leading to a friendship, leading to curiosity, leading to success, leading to loss, leading to a trip, leading to an encounter, leading to an aspiration, leading to a migration, leading to a child, leading to a discovery, leading to the possibility of love, leading to my life.