Wish

Its ridiculously funny when one so wishes for something to happen. We concentrate all our energies toward willing it to happen. Focus every effort, every muscle in our control on just that. Much like how as kids we'd sit on the potty and grunt away, pressing our stomachs and contracting all muscles, huddled over until we go red in the face and the exhilaration that we felt added to the relief on the positive outcome (Here the stinking output!!!)

Well, we continue to do this for the rest of our lives. And not just on the throne. In every aspect of our lives. For everything that we oh soo passionately desire and feel we deserve or know we don't deserve yet continue to want or pine for.

Caught in these moments one is driven to madness by that obsession, that wild, mad raging, absolutely unignorable need to have that wish fulfilled.

It may be as simple as a 'certain someone' sending you a message, or one call, or that one loving glance, or the urge to hear the sound of those reassuring footsteps, or that loving hand placed on your shoulders from behind at a most unsuspecting time (Of course at this time it won't be unsuspecting. Nevertheless.)

But as we grow up the degree to which we want something is directly proportionate to its unavailability or inaccessability and impossibility. But that doesn't stop us from wanting it to happen, willing it to happen, wishing it to happen........