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?