What is it that is so focusing about being on the toilet? Is it something chemical in our brains that kicks in when we feel the urge? There are many who want to do their business and get it done. I think they are missing out on some key thinking time. It's valuable to ponder the mysteries of life - especially when our time is so full of distractions. To reflect on accomplishments, plan what comes next, remind ourselves to appreciate life. It's not always pleasant what we have to do to maintain our bodies, but this is one activity that so many people undervalue. I think most people take good advantage of the time by catching up on reading, taking a few moments of solace from the cares and frenetic pace of the world. It's a haven from so many things. Anything is possible in the theatre of the moving mind.
It wasn't the light that caught his eye, it was the shape in it. As the shape approached, it became more defined; slowly he was able to make out arms and legs. A man was slowly approaching, not hurriedly, but with determination. As the silhouette drew closer, it became more distinct, until it was obvious it was a woman and not a man. She stopped in front of him, leaning down to take a closer look at what she must have thought was a corpse. He tried to move, but couldn't. He took as deep a breath as he could and let it out as quickly and loudly as his strength could support. Her eyes snapped to his face, clearly trying to decide if she had heard something or not. He inhaled and exhaled again, as quickly as he could before she looked away.
He looked up from his reading, realizing that he had missed a lot of what was happening around him for the last few minutes. Then he realized he had missed what was happening around him for a long time. What happened to the last few years? Ever since he and his wife had kids, the time flew. He wanted to be the best father ever - at least better than his own father, but so many things got in the way. Work was more important sometimes, taking care of the house others, other family and friends others. What is his legacy he wondered, will anyone care that he was on the planet? He knew he needed to go on for his family, but what was the one thing that made it all worthwhile? What was at the end of the journey? It didn't feel like it would be fulfillment, just relief.