Gemotions

John held the draft of his father’s letter. The words hit him like a physical blow. His father, a man of quiet determination, had written a resignation letter, never sent, filled with passion for a different life. John felt a strange, internal pressure. He dropped the letter to the floor and clenched his fists.

He looked around his cluttered office. The air felt stagnant. He needed to move, to be in motion. He stood up suddenly.

He walked over to his desk, grabbing a pen and paper. He began to sketch a blueprint, a plan for a project he’d put off for years. The feeling, the *need*, to act was overwhelming. He’d never felt so driven.