Life is a book which can be read page by page. There is no way we can read the next page and that’s the beauty of life. But are we enjoying this beauty?
Most of the time either we live in the past or in future dreams. So the beauty of present moment is always missing. We can’t be the witness of beautiful things happening in the present moment. Deep inside we know that there is no meaning of thinking about past or future but if we carefully watch our thoughts most of them are about past of future only. What is the reason?