Stories and silences in which you can find yourself again.Foreword to the Thought NotebookThis Thought Notebook is not just a collection of words. It is a bench where we can sit together – either in silence or in conversation. This is where stories are born, in which it is not who wrote it that matters, but who they are addressed to.A thought, if shared, lives on in others. Everyone adds a piece: a memory, a feeling, a smile or even a tear. This way, the story becomes a common heritage.This notebook does not judge. It does not say what is right and what is wrong. It only holds a mirror: so that whoever looks into it can see themselves. And in the process, feel that they are not alone.Every written word is a small lamp that lights someone else's path. And every reader who lingers here becomes a lamp himself. That is why you too should write a story. We put it up to show others the way.This Thought Notebook is therefore more than writing. It is our common presence.Click on the title to read the stories!
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There are moments when a person stops and simply listens. Not to count, but to understand: every step they have taken so far has had a meaning. The road does not twist by chance, nor does the silence last in vain. Time is not an enemy, but a teacher. It shows that light does not come from outside, but starts from within – from the heart, where love resides. The past is not a burden, but a map. It contains everything that has been kept, and everything that has taught you to let go. A person eventually learns: it is not how long a day lasts that counts, but how much light remains after it. That the flame of a candle, even if it goes out, leaves its warmth in the hearts of others. I recommend this booklet to those who search, wait, believe. Those who know that the greatest gift is not the light, but that we can light it for someone.
In a quiet room, a single candle burned, its flame fragile yet unwavering. Around it, shadows twisted and grew, trying to swallow the light. But the candle did not fear the darkness—it simply shone, giving what it had. Those who entered the room found warmth, hope, and the reminder that even a small flame can keep the night at bay....
In a small town there lived an old watchmaker whom everyone knew. He was not rich, but he always worked accurately and conscientiously, and he never overcharged. His shop was always open, and an old pendulum clock ticked above the door.
Once upon a time there was a house where children's laughter echoed off the walls. The kitchen smelled of Sunday lunch, bicycles rang in the yard, and in the evening lights filtered through the windows of the rooms into the darkness. The house was not only made of bricks - it was built of words, promises and shared dreams.
Once upon a time there was a man who many people came to when they were in trouble. Not because he was a wizard, nor because he was a law enforcement officer. They came to him because he could listen calmly, and his words always had logic that showed the way. One day two different people came to him. The...
There was once a wise man to whom many people turned for advice. One day two brothers stood before him. One was full of grievances, the other was complacent. "I want justice!" shouted the first. "I always work harder, yet it seems that my brother gets the credit!" The other just shrugged: "I deserved what I got." The wise...
Once there was a man who smoked a cigar every evening.
"Stellar time: the rotation of the Earth is still undisturbed today. However, people stumble upon their own shadows. It often seems as if they are looking for darkness instead of light, but the light is within them. Logically, every problem has a solution. From a human point of view, however: every solution gives rise to a new question....
"Sidereal time: the Earth's rotation is still undisturbed today. However, people stumble upon their own shadows. Often it seems as if they are looking for darkness instead of light, although the light is within them. Logically examined: every problem has a solution. However, from a human perspective: every solution raises a new question. Perhaps...
Once there was a wanderer who sat at the foot of a cliff, gazing longingly toward the mountain peak. He knew that up there, abundance and peace awaited, but the rock face was steep, and no path was visible.
"The heart always beating - even if it will be chains."
There was a moment when the sky and the earth came together.
"Just as the flames of candles can be rekindled by each other, so the flames of peace, faith and love are rekindled within us.Remember: hope will always be with you.
If you ever feel like everything around you is fading, remember: there is a spark in your heart that can rekindle the light."
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