"What's the point then?"

- Aren't you afraid you will gain weight? - asked the girl horrified, next to me as she watched my collegue eating a cake packed with loads of sugar.
- Come on, it's just a cake. I won't deny it just because some stupid magazine told me. What's the point of living then?

It's not what you deny that makes you a better person, but the... Complete the sentence as you wish.

Photo: Fruit on a plate TheRedGirl

The Spirit

Ah, the River Tisza! Impersonated by many of our poets, writers and journalist (who can give you a far more better description than me) it comforably flows through the country. However this river wants the whole world for itself during the spring floods. It's as selfish as a child and as moody (and as beautiful) as a women.
We usually spent 1 or 2 weeks on the "beaches" of it in a tent, no civilization, no electricity, and only the usage of fire reminded me that we were living in the modern ages.
Someone told me that the Spirit of the river comes every morning just after sunrise to bless the banks of it. And every morning, as a young boy, I sneaked out from the tent and searched for it. I pictured the typical portrayal of the Death with black clothes and the classical scythe. Of course I never found it. But looking back from a few years distance I could say that, actually, I found the Spirit of the Tisza.
It's the feeling of unsure, dangerous, ever-changing yet amazingly calm and captivating flow of emotions, feelings and happenings. Some part of your life goes wildly, breaks the rules, and knows no boundaries, some carries the rubbish that other people threw in, the other one is the place for playing, swiming and having those unforgotten summer nights. But it's still ONE river. Use it as a boundary to divide, use it wisely to connect.

Takáts Eszter - Nyári dal (Summer song)






Photo: Sunset At Tisza 1 by semuta

2 candies

2 candies fell out from my laptop bag when I lifted it up. Normally I keep it in the corner and only move it when I prepare for going home.
As I watched them flying and twisting towards the floor, I saw the way you put them to the table, then a minute later, how you started throwing them around the room just for fun and how you were trying to hit the switcher to turn the light off. I saw myself in the freezing cold waiting for you in the bus stop, I saw your/our city during night, the lights of a capital and the temptation of the endless possibilities. There's no need to deny it I missed you in that moment.

I wished they had been mirrors to break into numberless pieces so that the feeling might have gone as well. They might have been so small that I could have just ignore them but no, the 2 candies were definitely there. And they hit the ground.
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Travelling through the city, it's still amazes me. One day I will return and call this city "home". Until then, I eat the candies and enjoy them.

Photo: Chocolate by rawscientist