Gemotions

He held the list, its edges frayed. "See a Broadway show." His father, a man of simple pleasures, had always loved theater. Mark had considered it frivolous. He’d scoffed at the idea, urging him to save his money, to be practical. Now, the weight of his own pragmatism bore down on him.

He ran a hand over his face. He felt a profound discomfort, a feeling that clawed at him from the inside. He’d been so focused on security, on the future, that he'd forgotten to live in the present. He closed his eyes, the image of his father’s hopeful face burned into his memory.