Gemotions

The sun streamed through the attic window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Michael, rummaging through a box of keepsakes, unearthed a letter he had written to his college roommate. The letter, never posted, was a testament to his own youthful expectations, his belief in his own genius.

He unfolded the paper, the ink faded but still legible. He read the words, filled with ambition and demands. The words described the life he believed he deserved. The letter was an indictment of his current situation. His life was not meeting the expectations.

He ran his fingers over the paper. The words were a reminder of a time when the world seemed to be his oyster, when success seemed inevitable. Now, the letter felt like a challenge, a nagging reminder of what he had not yet achieved. He needed more. He deserved more.