You know that feeling when it s night outside your window and you can t sleep because your thoughts are running at a race At times like this I often think about how much we miss out on by living on automatic Waking up working sleeping Where are the real us Where is the spark that makes us unique Why do we so rarely stop to just simply be To be here and now to feel every moment not to live life by inertia Maybe the secret to happiness is not in achieving goals but in the ability to enjoy the journey In the ability to notice beauty in simple things in the sound of rain in the smile of a passerby in the aroma of fresh coffee Do you often live in the present or do you constantly think about the future Share your thoughts in the comments