I was once at a café, sipping my coffee and working on my laptop. A curious stranger leaned over and asked if I was a writer. I nodded, expecting a conversation about literature or journalism. Instead, they asked, "Can you tell me the secret to happiness?" Caught off guard, I replied, "It's like coffee. Sometimes it's bitter, sometimes sweet, but it's always best enjoyed one sip at a time." The stranger smiled, thanked me, and left. I never got their name, but their question lingered, reminding me to savor life’s moments.