There You are, upon your Throne

There I was, sitting upon my throne, when my commandeering was obstructed. A most peculiar but profound epiphany came to mind. This throne is not mine nor have i laid a hand in constructing it. My mind began at once to race, searching for answers, wondering how I could have diseguared this very significant question.

I sat there and resumed comandeering, giving orders at my disposal. I illustrated in my mind the great rivers that lie beneath my throne and in my attempt was befuddled as to the complexity and ingenuity that went into such a system of genius. I supposed that because I have not seen with my eyes, I have not considered. What an ignorant fool I was.

Great battles were lost and many sacrificed to the construction of this throne that I leisurely sit upon now. Among the many nemesis, Typhoid and Cholera were two fearless foes that took many lives, relentlessly. Contamination in liquid that is required for survival was rampant and there were mountains compiling of rubbish that became overwhelming. Action was necessary, and thanks to those men of valor, I have my throne

My investigation would take consider the work that was put into this victory. I have reaped the benefit of this gracious throne but havent yet once took the time to appreciate those who indebted their time and sweat.

There is also that invasive disturbance of mephitis through the olfactory system. That was of the lowest degrees of unpleasant. Next time you are on your throne, a deep breath, and ask yourself, have i taken the time to apprecitate what I have taken for granted so long?