I can relate.

These fans made me stop in my tracks. I could relate to them having fallen on their face. I stood there and spoke to them. 

“I understand”, I said aloud.  

The old me would have felt embarrassed relating to an object that couldn’t talk back. I feel grateful for my new eyes. I see life in ordinary objects and the beauty of the world has grown exponentially. These fans carry on even while not serving a purpose. They are resting - purely existing - and I can relate. 

There’s beauty everywhere; you just need to adjust your perspective with intention.