Alfred Hitchcock, the legendary director known as the "Master of Suspense," once lost his way in the Scottish highlands. After wandering for an unknown amount of time, he finally spotted a glimmer of light in the pitch-black night. Realizing it was a house, he excitedly rushed toward it.
"My house is not an inn!" the owner replied curtly upon hearing the request to stay for the night.
"I only need to ask you three questions to prove that this house is indeed an inn!" he said with a smile.
"I don't believe you. If you can convince me, I will let you in," the owner replied readily.
"Who lived here before you?"
"My father!"
"And before your father, who was the master of this house?"
"My grandfather!"
"And if you were to pass away, to whom would it belong?"
"My son!"
"There you have it!" the guest laughed. "You are merely a temporary resident here, just like me—a traveler."
That night, he enjoyed a comfortable night's sleep in the house.
Reflection: None of us know what tomorrow holds. Even life itself is not something that belongs to us forever.