Letters to a Boss

Most honoured sir! I dare address thee with this letter, for my silence has grown unbearable. My service proceeds as it must, yet my soul longs for something else — not reward, not promotion, but understanding. Thou art a man clothed in power. But power without mercy is but a shadow. I beg thee for mercy: hear those who stand beside thee. They ask not for much — only a drop of attention. Take my words as a token of respect, not of insolence. Thy humble servant, W. S.

Dear sir! My words may seem strange to you, but I write them as they come — without ornament and without fear. My service goes on, the days flow, and in that flow I ask myself more and more often: what for? I seek no profit. I seek meaning. And perhaps you are the one who can give it. Not by order, not by shout, but by simple human participation. I ask you: hear me. Not as a boss — as a man. Your servant, J.