Gemotions

The radio blared. "The Spicy Surprise," the host announced, describing the food stall's winning chili. Daniel, listening in his car, felt his shoulders slump. He recognized the flavor profile. It was his grandmother's recipe, the one he'd shared with his neighbor, who'd recently opened a food truck.

He gripped the steering wheel so tight, his knuckles turned white. He had always been uncertain, afraid to take risks. He thought about the way his own attempts at starting a food business had failed. He felt a profound sense of disappointment in himself.

He pulled over to the side of the road, the engine idling. He felt the weight of every mistake, every missed opportunity. He felt like he would never be anything.