Gemotions

The study was a haven of order, a testament to his father's meticulous nature. The bucket list, tucked inside a leather-bound journal, was a jarring intrusion. *“Become a famous actor.”* A wave of something akin to terror washed over him.

He felt a knot of anxiety tighten in his stomach. *“Write a book.”* The room felt suffocating. He paced the room, his footsteps echoing in the silence. He was a fraud. He was utterly inadequate.

He slammed the journal shut. *“Climb Mount Everest.”* He felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. He had to get out. He had to breathe. He felt completely consumed.