Gemotions

The office building, usually bustling, was quiet on a Saturday. James sat alone at his desk, staring out the window at the empty street. He had finished all his work for the week, the feeling of accomplishment replaced by a hollowness that seemed to grow with each passing hour. The computer screen offered no distraction, and the phone sat silent.

He began opening desk drawers, finding nothing of interest until the very bottom. There he found a letter, written long ago to a mentor. The letter detailed the career ambitions he had set for himself. Rereading the letter, the contrast between the hopes and the reality of his present felt profound.