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(You can read the English version under the Hungarian text.)\r\n\r\nGyerekk\u00e9nt \u00f3ri\u00e1soknak l\u00e1ttam a feln\u0151tteket, kik mindent tudnak, \u00e9s sosincs f\u00e9lnival\u00f3juk. Azt\u00e1n, amikor feln\u0151ttem, meg\u00e9rtettem, hogy pont ford\u00edtva van. Hisz sz\u00e9p lassan sz\u00e1z, meg sz\u00e1z rossz k\u00f3dot kapunk, amelyek elt\u00e9r\u00edtenek minket \u00e1lmainkt\u00f3l, melyek miatt rosszul \u00e9rezz\u00fck magunkat b\u0151r\u00fcnkben, s v\u00e9g\u00fcl messze ker\u00fcl\u00fcnk az \u00e9lett\u0151l, melyre val\u00f3j\u00e1ban sz\u00fclett\u00fcnk. Ismertem olyan n\u0151t, kit az apja eg\u00e9sz \u00e9let\u00e9ben al\u00e1zott, s \u00edgy \u0151 sosem l\u00e1tta milyen sz\u00e9p is a lelke. Sosem hitte el, hogy \u00e9rdemes az \u00e1lmaira. Mikor \u0151t figyeltem, sokszor gondoltam arra, hogy a l\u00e1ncok, melyek g\u00e1tolj\u00e1k \u0151t, csak ment\u00e1lisak, m\u00e9gis oly er\u0151sek, mintha val\u00f3diak lenn\u00e9nek. Hogy mi\u00e9rt? Mert el\u00e9g a hited, hogy m\u00e1sok \u00e1ltal r\u00e1d \u00e9getett hazugs\u00e1gokat val\u00f3snak \u00e9rezd. De nem szabadna, hogy \u00edgy legyen. Mert hossz\u00fa h\u00edd \u00e9p\u00fcl m\u00faltunkb\u00f3l a m\u00e1ba, s nem szabad hagynunk, hogy m\u00e1sok rosszindulata \u00e1ltal legyen kik\u00f6vezve. Mert mikor v\u00e9gigs\u00e9t\u00e1lsz rajta, olyan emberhez \u00e9s \u00e9lethez \u00e9rkezel, melyr\u0151l sosem \u00e1lmodt\u00e1l.\r\n\r\nOdak\u00fcnn most er\u0151sen hull a h\u00f3, pimaszul feleselve a tavasszal, s \u00e9n a karomra pillantok. Huszonh\u00e9t csont van az ember kez\u00e9ben. S ha a v\u00e9gtagjaidat elt\u00f6r\u00f6d, id\u0151vel a kalcium orvosolja. Tal\u00e1n m\u00e9g er\u0151sebb is lesz, mint volt. Ugyanakkor valami\u00e9rt \u00f3vatosabb\u00e1 v\u00e1lsz. Hisz, ha a t\u0171z egyszer megharapott, nem ny\u00falsz t\u00f6bbet bele. Igaz? Ezt h\u00edvj\u00e1k j\u00f3 k\u00f3dnak. Olyannak, amelyre az \u00e9let tan\u00edt. De ne felejts\u00e9tek, bizonyos l\u00e1ncok, melyek g\u00e1tolnak titeket, csak ment\u00e1lisak. Ne hagyj\u00e1tok, hogy m\u00e1sok rosszul k\u00f3doljanak titeket! Z\u00e1rj\u00e1tok ki az \u00e9letetekb\u0151l azokat az embereket, akik folyton csak leh\u00faznak \u00e9s visszatartanak titeket, akik nem hisznek bennetek! Hogy amikor a m\u00falt \u00e1ltal a jelenbe \u00e9p\u00fclt h\u00eddon v\u00e9gigmentek, olyan emberhez \u00e9rkezzetek, aki boldog, s mosolya \u0151szinte.\u00a0<\/i>\u00a0\u00cdgy \u00e9rdemes \u00e9lni, nem igaz?\u00a0<\/i>\u00a0\u00c9lj\u00e9tek meg azt, amire sz\u00fclettetek!\u00a0<\/i>\u00a0-\u00a0P\u00e9ter Noel<\/a>,\u00a0Peter Noel Privat<\/a>https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/PeterNoel20<\/a>\u00a0Szerz\u0151i \u00e9s minden jog fenntartva. Megoszthat\u00f3 v\u00e1ltoztat\u00e1s n\u00e9lk\u00fcl, mindennem\u0171 egy\u00e9b felhaszn\u00e1l\u00e1sa enged\u00e9lyk\u00f6teles.\r\n\r\n<\/span><\/div>\r\n
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When I was a child, I thought the adults were giants, who knew everything and weren\u2019t afraid of anything. When I grew up. I saw it was just the opposite way. As we were slowly given hundreds of codes that drove us apart from our dreams that made us feel inconveniently in our skins, so we got apart from the life for which we were born. I knew a woman whom her father was humiliating throughout her life so she never knew how beautiful her soul was. She never believed she deserved her dreams. While I was watching her I often thought that the chains that kept her tight were just mental ones but they were so strong as if they were real chains. Why? Because your faith is enough to make you believe, the lies that other people burn on you really exist. But it shouldn\u2019t be so. Because a long bridge is being built from our past into our present and you mustn\u2019t leave other people pave it with their malice. Because when you cross your bridge you will get to people and to a life, of which you never dreamt.\r\n\r\nIt is vehemently snowing outside, mischievously outfacing the spring, and I look at my arm. There are twenty-seven bones in the hand of a man. If you break your limbs, in course of time calcium will heal it. Perhaps it will be stronger than before. At the same time for some reasons you will become more cautious. If the flames bite you, you won\u2019t touch them again, will you? This is called a code. A code, which life taught you. But don\u2019t forget, some chains that keep you tight, exist just in your minds. Don\u2019t let other people give you wrong codes! Keep them out of your lives, who just draw you back and hold you back, who don\u2019t believe in you, so that when you cross the bridge leading from your past up to your present, you can arrive to someone who is happy and has sincere smiles.<\/i>\u00a0It is worth living this way, isn\u2019t it?\u00a0<\/i>\u00a0Live the life, for which you were born. ;)<\/i>\u00a0-\u00a0Peter Noel<\/a>https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/PeterNoel20<\/a>\u00a0Copyright and all rights reserved. Shareable without modification, any other use requires authorization.<\/span><\/div>","type":"rich"}