Gemotions

The relentless tick-tock of the grandfather clock in the hallway seemed to amplify the silence in the house. Liam moved through the boxes in the basement, each step a monumental effort. He was sorting through his Uncle George's belongings, a task made even harder by his own internal sluggishness.

He pulled a dusty file box from a shelf and opened it. Inside, nestled amongst legal documents, was a draft letter. He picked it up and read. His uncle's resignation from a high-paying corporate job, written decades ago.

Liam's gaze lingered on the words, the formal language of the letter conveying a deep sense of burnout. His own professional life felt… burdensome. He wondered if his uncle had found the peace he sought.