Gemotions

The excavation project was going nowhere. The team was understaffed and the budget was shrinking. Liam felt the familiar tightening in his chest. A profound sense of stagnation and resentment towards all those involved. He swung the pickaxe with more force than necessary, each blow a release of pent-up frustration.

The pickaxe struck something solid, buried deep within the earth. It was a sturdy metal box, encrusted with mud. He wiped the dirt away, revealing an inscription – his own name and a date from years ago. A time capsule, and he had no recollection of it.

He forced it open. Inside was a list. A list of goals. A list of ambitions. A list of things he was going to do. The list was unfinished. He stared at the contents, the space in his heart grew cold, a vast empty space.