How do you know when you're truly living, not just existing?

Lately, I’ve been feeling like life is on autopilot: wake up, work, eat, sleep, repeat. It’s not that I’m unhappy, but I can’t shake the feeling that I’m just existing, not really living.

I’m curious—how do you define a life that feels full, meaningful, and alive? Is it chasing big dreams, traveling the world, or finding joy in the little moments? Maybe it’s about relationships, purpose, or something else entirely.

Have any of you gone through this phase? What did you do to feel like you were truly living again? I’d love to hear your stories and thoughts.