Morning Moment

Copyright: MTI - Mohai Balázs

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Exhausted after the previous hours, I stepped outside to the cold, January afternoon. Getting emotional by the linguidly shining sun, I took a long, melancholic breath.
But in that breath, I felt the very first day of school, the first fights, my failed chemistry test, those boring biology classes, the weekends when all I did was meeting friends and recharging my batteries for the week, the day when I almost cried because I didn't want to go, the final exam, the wonderful 4 years of college, parties, lakeside, flatmates, practice and now, this moment.

I've got my diploma.

Only three words existed for me;

Finally, Finally, Finally!

Photo: FREEDOM by amitrichard

Have, haven't

The last few days were spent with living my life as I always wanted. Okay, not exactly the coconut and martini-cocktail-sunshine stuff (it was cold, foggy and the snow is still falling) but the recognizing of my present status.
I'm healthy, I have a job, I'm financially independent, at the same time I can save some money, I'm playing football once or twice a week, I have some very close friends, I have just bought a super bicycle (more sport by the way) I've got plans for the future which I know I will reach, and at the top of it, tonight, I put together my very first Spanish text.

I have never been closer to happiness.

On the other side, I'm more worried of being left alone than losing all these.

Photo: happiness by win3r88

A good night

"Good night" - said a girl when she stepped out of the the elevator at 5PM.

No honey, it's not the time to sleep yet, I have like a dozen things to do. Lots of tiny stuff to get from 1 to 2 and to fall asleep around midnight with the thought "I just don't live to work but also work to live"

Photo: Elevator by Weatherstone

Midnight Whispers

- Ssssss, Can you feel it?
- Feel what?
- That you don't feel a thing. Nothing. And what's more, you're delighted that she's left.
- No, you're wrong again. I miss her and her touch, her smell and her..
- No no no mr, you miss the idea of her. The idea of being in love though you know that you weren't and wouldn't feel that way.
- Leave me alone I want to sleep!
- Well, I won't. In fact, I will sour your days and poison your coffe 'till you accept the truth.

Photo: Whisper by LaMusePhotography

Match

Try lighting a match and you'll see that the moment it catches fire is a very intensive and energetic one. As soon as the two materials meet, a vivid and powerful phenomenon occours with a thundering white light. Then the smoke comes to prepare the deadly bed and the flame turns orange. At this point the provided heat is at a maximum and slowly it starts fading away. The problem with matches that they don't last long. A match dies in the beauty to help us.
Take the lighter. The same idea, the same effect but a longer (and quiter) life. The lighter choses the safe way.
I wish I could be a lighter instead of a match.

Not enough

"It's just not enough" - the sentence still rings and echoes in the back of my head. While everyone had fun on the streets of New Year's Eve I hastened my paces to get back to a friend's house and continue celebrating. Dizzy and foggy enough from the couple of things I had, I made a phone call and somehow I started complaining. Without reaching the end of my speech I was interrupted and told: It's just not enough.

And BOOOM that really striking sentence revealed the thing my mind was around for days now.

It's going to be the motto for 2010.

It's just not enough! - to help motivating myself and never stop pursuing something bigger and better. And I'm not talking about cars, houses or tvs. It's more about those inner secrets that everyone has.

Happy New Year everyone!

Photo: Dances on water by pivan