Sitting on the decking overlooking lake criziz and his good friend Piotr were admiring the view. It was late evening and the sun was setting, a small thunderstorm in the distance lit up the sky, the lake was calm and birds were chirping away. "what are your plans for the future" asked criziz. " I'd like to own a house overlooking this lake, grow my own vegatables and build a place for the kids to play" replied Piotr. "how about you" this question worried criziz when ever it was asked, he struggled seeing past the day ahead let alone making plans for the future. "I'm still not sure".
"it's good to have a destination in mind" said Piotr. " well I sort of do but.. No no forget it, you'll laugh" "try me" replied Piotr. " well there's this island, the most amazing island I have ever seen, a paradise. I'd like to live there and set up a healing centre. But that's just a dream and dreams don't come true" "they won't with that attitude" said Piotr.
Criziz didn't have any other way of thinking, it was programmed too deeply within his subconscious, besides with his checkered past why would I even deserve for a dream to come true, no no best not to think about the future it willl only get me down again.
"well we have work tomorrow, we best get back home" " Yep, it's been a pleasure, untill next time my friend"
Piotr and Criziz parted ways and headed home, the heavens opened and the rain began to pour. "great" thought criziz. Criziz ran the short distance home and burst inside, drenched from head to toe. After a warm bath and a hot cup of tea it was time for bed. he lay his head on the soft pillow and drifted off dreaming about the magical island he longed for...