Between things.

"It's not how much has happened, but whether you've remained human in the process."

There was a day when a lot has happened.

Not big things.

Just one after another.

A conversation while driving.

Then silence.

The kind of silence when you don't have to ask, because the other person carries just enough.

In such cases, the road continues, you just drive the car and let your thoughts clear themselves.

The silence is not empty.

He's working.

Later, a few minutes in the office.

There was no planned meeting.

Just a run-in.

A nurse.

A child.

A LEGO box.

A dragon that an eight-year-old hand takes over.

He doesn't ask.

He doesn't count.

He's just happy.

Moments like this don't need an explanation.

It's enough that they happen.

Then a guy came along.

He's an acquaintance now.

He always promises.

Always for tomorrow.

And he's always hungry today.

I didn't ask him for anything.

I didn't ask for it back.

I didn't ask for proof.

I only gave him as much as I wouldn't mind if it disappeared.

Because what you give like this isn't a loan.

It's letting go.

It doesn't take a large sum.

Just pure intention.

In the meantime, János came.

We moved on.

Payments.

Arrangements.

Tidying up for others too.

Days like these don't stop.

They just keep going.

Evening shopping.

Watermelon.

Blueberries.

Croissants, the kind they like.

A bowl of hot food at home.

Nothing new.

Nothing special.

Just familiar.

And when you finally sit down, you realize something.

It wasn't how many cases were taken care of.

It wasn't what went wrong and what got better.

It wasn't who promised what.

But it is that during the day no one was let go without something left in them.

Joy for a child.

Food for a stranger.

Silence for a friend.

Attention for a family.

Things went on.

But in the meantime they were connected.

Maybe this is what you don't notice at first.

That it's not big events that hold life together, but small, touching movements.

And that there are days when nothing extraordinary happens — yet everything stays in place.

This was one of those days.

Life rarely stops, but sometimes it allows us to notice ourselves in it.

Those who pay attention to the details, don't rush past people, and don't ask for everything they give in return — have already done what they could.

Time will sort out the rest.