When Nature Calls

You know the feeling don't you?

When the force of nature descends upon you and potty sausage holds your bowels hostage in a public place.

Fewer things can make the human body break out sweat like this siege.

And you are inches away from running mad.
All fades away, all. Food, chit-chat, whatever. There is but one goal in your mind: Make this shit history!

You enter the first rest room you can find and by intuition you can tell if someone is in a cubicle or not.

Rats and tatters! You perceive someone is in there, yet driven by a frenzy that you cannot control, you approach the cubicle and still knock.

Stop.

Why? 

Why do we still knock?

Even if the person said 'Yes?', It would never mean for us to come in.

But we still knock anyway. Hoping against hope.

And we would knock on every cubicle until we see that empty, inviting closet and finally answer the call of nature.

And you know the best part....

When you shed those tears of joy.

Pure joy. 

When the creator made us, the first call he made was putting greatness inside of us.

"And God blessed them, and God said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it: and have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing that moveth upon the earth." - Gen 1:28

Like poop, greatness is inside us all.

If you can poop, you can succeed, if you do what it takes. Of course, you can't cheat someone else of his/her 'white house' - to every man his potty.

Keep the goal in mind, you can't afford distractions, the shit either disappears or you mess up yourself.

Like the poop-infested frenzy, let passion and urgency drive you to be persistent. Keep seeking, keep knocking. Until you find that space, until a door is opened unto you.

You'd soon cry those tears of joy. 

Cheers