Gemotions

The sun streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Ethan found the list tucked inside a drawer. “Learn to play the guitar.” “Write a novel.” “Be happy.” The last item, so simple, yet so profound, echoed in his mind. The list was a strange… challenge.

He tried to focus on his work, but his mind wandered. He found himself staring at the unfinished manuscript on his desk, his own attempts at writing now feeling inadequate. The silence in the house was now oppressive.

He went to the living room and watched television, but he couldn't concentrate. The image on the screen blurred, and the sounds felt distant. The list, he thought. It was a weight he hadn't anticipated.