They tell me "hurry up," as if the bathroom I sit upon, my throne, is just a room and not the sanctuary of my thoughts.

Yet every minute stretches. The world waits outside, but here, in the bathroom, I am king of silence, scrolls, and introspection. Decisions are made. Plans are formed. Life is paused.

What if spending hours on the bathroom throne isn't procrastination, but meditation? Maybe greatness begins where no one else dares to sit.