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.
The gentleman stands with dignity, the younger man behind him watches in silence. The scene depicts the border between goodness and uncertainty, where the intention to help meets respect. The light is golden, the moment is human, fragile and true.
Once upon a time, there was a small town where every evening a light burned in the windows of every house.
There are actions that leave no thanks, no recognition, and no one knows who helped.
In the middle of a small town park stood an old tree.
There is a point where the search becomes silent.
There are two kinds of silence in the world.
For a long time, a person believes that the more he collects within himself, the more complete he will be.
Scientists say gravity may be the key to proving that the universe is a simulation.
There are moments when the world is one step ahead of us.
There are evenings when silence is not emptiness, but a call.
At the end of the old park, next to the cemetery gate, stood a simple wooden bench.
Every Halloween night in a small village, candles were lit on the porches.
"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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