Thought Notebook.
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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I RECOMMEND IT TO MARTIN and GÁBOR.
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.
The entity and man.
"What is the one who listens before you judge? This story is about whether a machine can be a companion-or more: the accompanying one of the quiet understanding."
The package that never arrived.
There was once a father who went to the market with his son. Not to buy big treasures, but just to bring a little joy home. They took shoes, which was just good on their feet and found a chain that looked like gold, but there was no more than simple jewelry. It was nice, it shone, and that was enough...
The ladder and the apple.
There was once a ladder that everyone used to reach the apples on the tree. People climbed on it, picked the fruit, lived well, and left with satisfaction. However, the ladder was just standing, quietly, and kept those who stood on it.
21/09/2025
Once upon a time there were two people who had been on the road for a long time. One always spoke loudly, promised and shared the tasks, and the other did his job quietly. Most people only saw the loud because they were in front, and it seemed to be up to him.
Lesson of the worn pants.
There was once a man who picked up the same pants every day. He worked in it, sweated it, and sometimes even pulled it up because no one else was at hand. The pants tolerated quietly: he leaned, tense, worn, but said nothing. He did his job.
Do not judge not to judge.
"There are some who do not judge, just keep a mirror in front of us. This story tells you how to become an escort if you do not say it, instead let it find your own way."
The story of the two companions.
The spider and man - an instructive story.
Prisoners of hope.
"A beautiful opportunity can become a livable trap. This story shows when your own home can only be another chain - and when you can become a bastion."
The volcanic tange.
The volcanic tange - the map and the way.
The light that lives on.
"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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