Gemotions

He was cleaning, a mindless task to fill the hours. Then he saw it, a link shared on a social media thread: "Inspiring Essays from Aspiring Students." He felt a tightening in his chest. His essay. He’d written about his desire to build things, to create, to leave his mark.

Now, he sat in his small apartment, the space unadorned and empty. He had stopped creating. He had stopped caring. The publication of the essay was a mirror held up to a life that had stalled. He slumped onto the couch. The world was too bright.