The Fan

Again and again, as other thousand mornings before, I am staring at the screen of my PC and a bit look up at the electric fan: quickly spinning, moving, waiting for its master to switch it off. Yeah...this moment, I am the master of that fan. I can turn it on and off. But in the deepest side of my heart, I know that my life is exactly like that fan! It was "turned on", and someday it will be "turned off" by the real Master....