An open letter to a fellow traveler on the journey of life.
Few will understand what I’m writing about today. That’s fine, as this is not for them, this is for you, and you alone.
I often joke about my writing ability, or lack thereof. In all reality, my ability for slamming together meaningful sounding words into some kind of form that makes sense to the occassional reader, has caused others to label me with the adjectives “intuitive”, “insightful”, and even, dare I say it, “wise”.
Today, when I joke about my failure in my writing ability, I’m not joking. Today, I have no words of wisdom or help. Today, I can offer no advice or assistance, and my attempt, if I were to be so presumptuous to even try, would be nothing more than tripe; a string of bad cliches. I dare not appeal to logic, offer you a “Cheer up!”, or any other such false assistance.
This is not what you need.
Instead, at the time when my words could be most useful, they utterly fail me, and I am left writing an apology as to why I cannot help. I am forced to excuse myself for my utter lack of wisdom, despite my “old soul”.
But, this is not what you need.
What you need, I unfortunately cannot offer you. You need someone to hold you, to let your tears soak them and wash out all the raw stinging pain you feel. You need someone to to stand there and take it, as you scream and yell with overflowing emotion at the hand that life has dealt you. You need someone who will simply be there.
And I, in my time of greatest need for a fellow journeyer, a friend, even as a recipient of advice, cannot offer you anything, because of distance, because of fear, because of…
Because I am a fool, first and forthwith.
And so, because I am a fool, I offer you my ear, my words, even my crying shoulder. But we both know that there are better men then me out there in this world, who are far more equipped than I to carry you on this road.
Therefore, I will write my tripe, I will offer my words, I will standby as a shoulder and fellow traveller, and, of course, a friend. If you need it, I will be here for you.
But I have no words of wisdom to say.
With my greatest condolences, my sincerest apologies, and all my hope,
Kevin A. Sesock
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