The Ceiling Fan
At the end of the day, most of the time, you end up in the same place.
Falling into your chamber of sleep, wrapped by a soothing blanket, with your head indulged by a pillow.
Some of us however, don’t always get the pleasure of falling so easily.
Instead we stare, think and process.
Whether it be every event that took place in that day, or what we plan to do for the future.
Some of us don’t even have a plan, some of us stay stuck in the past, lost in a section of our minds, crowded by empty memories.
But we all stare at the ceiling fan, as it stays stagnant, or turns.
Its comforting, its peaceful, its real.
A lot of us struggle with finding something real in life. Something to grasp, something to hold on to and never let go. Whether it be love, passion, maybe even fear.
In this day and age, we are lost behind the screens, tangled between the wires, and living in a two-dimensional reality. Our mindset has forgotten the meaning of real and virtual. The fear of human connection, sound, taste, touch.
What will happen in a generation where a child is given an iPad instead a backyard and a swing? What a about a phone at the age of 5, instead of a pet companion he/she can name and love throughout their childhood.
Teaching our youth to escape into a world that doesn’t exist, will cause them to escape the world that does exist.
And as we stare at our ceiling fans each night, they will be staring at their screens.