Today, I felt truly present in a moment so small I almost missed it. I was sitting by the window, watching the soft rain fall outside. Everything felt hushed — the world, my mind, even my own breath. I wrapped myself in a warm blanket and simply watched the raindrops race down the glass. My body felt cozy and safe, like I had built a little shelter inside the storm. My hands rested quietly in my lap, and my breathing was slow without me even trying. In my heart, a small joy grew — not loud or overwhelming, but soft, like a candle flickering in a quiet room. My mind, often so busy, felt spacious and light. For once, I wasn’t thinking about what needed fixing or finishing. I was simply there, feeling the beauty of being alive in such an ordinary moment. There was no pressure to do anything special. Just sitting, breathing, and being was enough. And somehow, that filled me up more than anything else could. It reminded me that real happiness doesn’t always arrive loudly — sometimes it come...