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.
An elderly couple sat on the porch every afternoon.
Oct 29
The pocket of the old coat.
An old man walked through the park every day in the same coat.
Oct 28
World Music
There are moments when the world does not speak — but makes music.
There are moments when the candle flame does not go out — it just moves into someone's eyes.
Oct 26
31/10/2025
A baker started work at dawn every morning.
Oct 25
31/10/2025
Once upon a time there was a shoemaker who started his day the same way every morning: he wiped his table, stroked his old hammer, and said quietly:
Oct 24
The brench in the park.
Every morning at the same time, the old man sat down on the bench in the park.
Oct 23
The smell of coffee.
An old lady sat in the same cafe every afternoon.
Oct 22
The day the light returned.
It was still cold in the morning. The sky looked down gray, as if it knew in advance that there would be a lot of business to take care of today.
Oct 21
The light of the library.
In an old library, a single lamp was left on every night.
Oct 20
In the coat pocket.
A man sat in the same place in the park every morning.
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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