The sign on the café wall was clearly meant to be playful: “Pick a Chocolate to See How ‘Difficult’ You Really Are.” Beneath it sat a neat display of chocolates, each labeled with a different flavor. What should have been a quick, casual choice turned unexpectedly thoughtful. After a long, draining week, even small decisions…The sign on the café wall was clearly meant to be playful: “Pick a Chocolate to See How ‘Difficult’ You Really Are.” Beneath it sat a neat display of chocolates, each labeled with a different flavor. What should have been a quick, casual choice turned unexpectedly thoughtful. After a long, draining week, even small decisions felt personal, and each option seemed to hint at something deeper than a joke.I chose the simplest one— chocolate fudge. It was familiar, comforting, and didn’t try to impress. Sitting by the window, I watched others make their selections. Some laughed and compared flavors, while others paused, reading the sign twice before deciding. No one seemed to take the message too seriously, yet many walked away quietly reflective.