Gemotions

The rejection notification hit the screen, and Ben felt a peculiar lightness. He leaned back in his chair, a chuckle escaping him. The pressure, the relentless push for academic achievement – it had been suffocating. He’d never really wanted to go to this specific school.

He'd spent so long working on a dream he wasn't even sure he wanted. Now, he was free.

He stood up, stretched, and grinned at his reflection in the window. He was suddenly filled with an abundance of energy.

He pulled out his motorcycle keys, already picturing the open road. He'd spend his days fixing up his bike. He'd work at the local auto shop. He was going to live.