The familiar sounds of the vibrant market rang out all around but the man did not stir. He slept on with an old tarboosh hat resting on his face as the merchant city of Marrakesh burst with life. Pots and pans clanged, women laughed in the corner, and hagglers and merchants engaged in their loud and often animated haggling. Every few seconds a motorcycle would go past with it’s revving engine as men shouted from stall to stall. But still, the man did not stir.

We rest best in familiar environments and funnily, we get accustomed to things which were once strange or quite bothersome! Loud noises bother those who derive energy from the stillness whilst silence can bother those who feed off the bustle around them. It’s whatever you’ve accustomed yourself to so take care of your surroundings, your company, and where you place yourself. It eventually becomes your source of nourishment.