A few weeks ago, I was coaching the Managing Director of a large company. He reflected, โI donโt understand. Iโve built this place on trust and care. Iโve supported my people through every crisis. But now I feel frustrated. I canโt step away without something breaking.โ
As he spoke, I remembered something heโd once shared โ how the men in his family held power by being loud, intimidating, always right. He had promised himself heโd be different. Heโd lead through empathy, not fear.
And he had. People called him kind, available, humane. But as he spoke, I could feel the same structure in a new tone โ everything still orbiting around him.
I nudged gently, โ๐ฌ๐ผ๐ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ปโ๐ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฟ ๐ฑ๐ผ๐บ๐ถ๐ป๐ฎ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ, ๐ฏ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ป๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ถ๐ณ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฟ ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ป๐๐ฟ๐ฎ๐น๐ถ๐๐. ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ๐ ๐ฟ๐๐น๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐๐ต๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ด๐ต ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฟ; ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ฟ๐๐น๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ด๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ. Either way, everyoneโs freedom still depends on you.โ
He frowned slightly. โYou make it sound like even my decency has an agenda.โ
โNot consciously,โ I said. โThe wish to be good can still carry the same aggression โ it just hides in service.โ
He exhaled, long and slow. โMaybe I didnโt escape the pattern. I just refined it.โ
Something shifted โ he saw that his care was genuine yet protective โ a way to keep danger at bay by keeping everything under his watch. ๐๐ด๐ด๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ปโ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ป๐ถ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฑ; ๐ถ๐ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฑ ๐ด๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ ๐๐ป๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ด๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ป๐ฑ, expressed through competence and constant responsibility. His devotion wasnโt the opposite of domination; it was its evolution.
He seemed pensive and said after a few moments of silence – โI think Iโve been trying to earn freedom by controlling it.โ
He wasnโt joking. For a moment he sat back, almost weightless โ recognising that all his mastery, his care, his perfection, had been a long negotiation with fear. To let go would mean trusting that the world could hold itself. To be free, heโd have to stop being necessary.
Thatโs where the work begins for many who lead, parent, or heal โ not in learning new ways to serve, but in unlearning the old ways we secure love: through usefulness, goodness, control.
Freedom doesnโt come from being different from those before us. It comes from no longer needing to prove that we are.
The moment we stop organising our goodness against their flaws, something loosens.
We begin to act, not in opposition to what we inherited, but in conversation with it.
Power then becomes something we can inhabit โ without fear.
๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ณ๐น๐ฒ๐ฐ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป ๐ค๐๐ฒ๐๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป๐
โข What pattern of power did you inherit โ and how have you re-packaged it as virtue?
โข In trying to be different from those before you, what are you still compensating for?
โข How do you unconsciously recreate the same structure you once resisted โ only with softer language?
โข And what might true freedom look like if you stopped correcting your lineage and started conversing with it?

