Gemotions

“I don’t understand,” sighed Marcus, bewildered. His sister, Olivia, had inherited the family farm, the land, the responsibility. He’d always felt suffocated by the demands of the land.

He looked down at his own inheritance: a modest trust fund, the freedom to do whatever he wanted. He felt the weight on his shoulders lift. The possibilities seemed endless. He had no obligations, no ties, no responsibilities beyond himself.

He strolled through the bustling city streets, the cacophony of sounds and the vibrant colors invigorating him. He could study, travel, learn languages, anything. He could finally discover who he was, unburdened by the family farm and all its constraints. A giggle escaped him. The world was his.