The secret of life

Life means something different…
Life means to enjoy every single day.
Enjoying Fridays.
Putting up with it on Mondays.
Playing in parks.
Crying in hospitals.

And embracing whoever embraces you.
And if somebody doesn’t embrace you, that’s ok.

And facing problems.
All of them, the small ones and the big ones.
And beating them sometimes, but not every time.
Throwing them out…

And falling.
Standing up.
And standing up again, as many times as necessary.

2 comments June 10th, 2005

Requiem for a cat

[1993.06.25 - 2005.06.09]

Add comment June 9th, 2005

Hyde Park

Hyde Park is a peculiar masses’ phenomenon, especially on a sunny Sunday. Literally crowds of people head there for a relaxing picnic, football game and/or afternoon nap. Appropriately referred to as London’s personal space, it’s a good place to completely disconnect from the chaotic and stressing city. You can row, watch the wildlife, ride a horse, skate or, my favorite, drop by the so called Speaker’s Corner, where random people stand up in a stool and speak on any subject they want to. They say some famous people have attended meetings there, including Marx and Lenin.

Add comment June 7th, 2005

3 puttonyos

Pierre, Suzi, Nora…
and exceptionally fine Hungarian wine

Add comment June 6th, 2005