Every life is a story written in indelible ink
Every morning, I make my way to my favorite local café for a mocha. It’s more than just a habit—it’s a necessity.
Until that first sip of caffeine kicks in, I just can’t function. Only then I can appreciate the sunshine and embrace whatever the day has to offer.
As a traveler, the best compliment is a random stranger’s smile.
It comes in various forms.
Like the time a passerby asked me for directions on a quiet road in Germany. I was drinking bubble tea, perhaps looking like someone who knew the best cafés or simply lost in thought as a solo traveler. Whatever it was, in that moment, I felt a deep sense of belonging—a recognition from a stranger that made me feel seen.
When I awkwardly replied, “I’m sorry, I don’t live here,” she smiled back, responding with the warmth of another traveler. That simple exchange, brief as it was, left an imprint.
Then there was the day in England, in a cozy café. A lady greeted me with small talk I barely understood. All I could do was smile and nod in respect, yet I felt more connected to her in that moment than in many long conversations I’ve had before.
As an occasional traveler, the best compliment I can think of is a simple affirmation from another human being.
These are the moments that light up my days, fill the memory of my trips, and sometimes, how I remember an entire country.
I consider myself a spiritual person, grounded in my Christian faith.
At times, when I face new challenges in life, I initially see them as fate. But a few days later, I often realize I was simply impatient or unprepared.
These experiences have taught me humility, patience, and trust—trust in God, in myself, and in the hard work I put in every day.
So, I wouldn’t call myself superstitious. However, I do believe in the unseen more than the visible.
A journey in ink 
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