Gemotions

David watched from his living room window as the demolition crew started tearing apart the house next door. The house was once a nice place, now it was rubble. His face hardened. He’d poured every ounce of himself into his own home, carefully maintaining its pristine appearance. Now, he was being forced to witness this blatant disregard for order.

The scene triggered a familiar ache, a feeling of inadequacy that simmered beneath the surface of his everyday life. He worked late last night, trying to secure a new client, and failed. It was always like this. He couldn't seem to get ahead.

He turned away from the window, and let out a long sigh. He felt a profound sense of isolation. He wanted to scream, but the noise of his neighbors would drown him out.