Gemotions

The harsh fluorescent light of the garage seemed to amplify the silence. Michael looked at the list, written on a scrap of paper. *Become a chef. Sail around the world. Write a book.* He felt the weight in his chest, a deep feeling of discouragement.

He wanted to yell. He wanted to break something. He wanted to change the past, to be a better person. He felt a dull ache, a sadness that was a physical burden.

He slowly folded the list and put it in his pocket, a silent promise to himself. He was going to start.