Gemotions

The afternoon sun, typically a welcome presence, seemed to mock John with its cheerful brightness. He found himself staring out the window, tracing the flight of a distant bird. The news of the sale had hit him like a physical blow. He felt a deep weariness settling over him, a bone-deep fatigue that seeped into his very marrow.

He considered the countless hours he’d spent at this job, the sacrifices he'd made. He'd missed birthdays, school plays, family dinners. All for what? He felt a pang of regret, a bitter taste in his mouth. He thought of his parents' hard work ethic.

He slowly turned, the swivel chair groaning beneath his weight. His desk was cluttered with papers and reminders, a testament to his busyness. He had always been so focused on tomorrow, he had forgotten to appreciate today. He closed his eyes.