Gemotions

He hadn't slept well in weeks. Someone's tattoo, a perfect recreation of his signature dragon design, had gone viral. He found himself avoiding his own art, staring at it and finding fault.

He sat at his desk, staring at the empty canvas. The work felt shallow, the lines too rigid. He had to be better. He had to improve. He'd always struggled with this feeling, the belief that he wasn’t good enough.

He rubbed his temples, a headache blooming behind his eyes. The success felt hollow. He felt a deep-seated feeling of dissatisfaction.