Gemotions

The letter’s ink, faded with age, declared his grandfather's abrupt exit. "I will no longer be held back," it stated. Sam felt his pulse quicken as he read. He felt compelled to stand.

He started to clean, the clutter that had accumulated in his apartment a source of frustration. He grabbed his old bike and went for a long ride. He needed to *move*.

He felt a newfound sense of clarity. The world seemed brighter, the air fresher. He had been holding himself back, just as his grandfather had likely done. That was no longer the case.