Gemotions

The package, intended for "Mr. Silas Blackwood," landed on the porch like a judgment. David, who struggled with a constant undercurrent of self-doubt, saw it as yet another indicator of his shortcomings. Silas, he imagined, was decisive, confident. David, on the other hand, felt a sense of hesitation in every decision.

He brought the box inside, avoiding eye contact with his own reflection in the hallway mirror. He was not satisfied with the person he was.

The box contained a set of tools. A complete set, with every screw and socket neatly arranged. David, whose attempts at home repairs usually ended in disaster, felt a familiar wave of frustration. The tools seemed to taunt him, a reminder of his perceived incompetence. He felt a dull ache behind his eyes, a familiar symptom of the constant pressure he placed upon himself.