Ralf and The Mayan Prophecy by Webbielady

Why are you so generous? I used to ask him.
It's just something material, it does not matter, the world will end soon, he'd always answer this way.

That's my friend Ralf. We went to secondary school together, ages ranging 12 to 17. Whenever we went to have lunch together, he'd pay for everything I ordered. Taxi, public transportation or even sometimes small school fees, he'd cover for me. He had always the same answer, that he does not need to keep any material things for him. He actually believed that the world was to end soon so no point in keeping anything.

Now that the popular Mayan Phophecy, about the world ending this year, I thought of Ralf. We have facebook contact and I know, by chatting with him from time to time that he did not change. He's still the same generous person I used to know. I know I could not beat his generosity. nor any person that I know alive could do that, it's just so deep and from within him. If a good proportion of humanity is like Ralf, the world would be a better place to live in. This world may end this year, but if no greediness is in everyone's character and generosity is in the air, and everyone have their fair share of material belongings, no war and famine would be necessary. This way, we'll all be happy to face the ending.

In the tropical island by Webbielady

In the tropical island  by Webbielady

It can't be true! It can only be a dream.  

Hmmmmm... how relaxing.. how lovely... Mmmazing... The warm white sand soothing my naked body feels like ecstasy. At arm's length lies my fresh coconut juice in its own dehusked shell. I took a couple of sips out of it, slowly savoring the fresh sweet juice. It's sheer pleasure. Sitting like a Roman against the sun-bathing rattan chair, I could completely enjoy the view of those coconut and other palm trees casting the shadows of their dancing leaves against the warm white sand.


And I said to myself, "I love this dream".


I continued to "devour" that marvelous situation as the scent of salty waters filled my nostrills while the sea breeze, fresh, mild and aromatic at the same time, hit my naked physique like a mild Shiatsu. I inhaled deeply feeling the healthy oxygen the breeze was offering to my physical being for nourishment and for my soul to survive.


I affirmed to myself, "it can't be real".


Ohh how relaxing, how pleasing, how mind-relaxing. I almost moaned out loud with the moment's pleasure as three perfectly shaped and tanned ladies passed by, smiling at me sweetly. Oh those inviting smiles! And those glorious skimpy bikinis made me whistle out of tune. Those warm eyes seem to challenge my masculinity. "What a paradise it is here," I thought and I repeated for the last couple of times, "it can only be a dream. It can only be a dream." 


I slowly opened my eyes and turned my head in the direction of my office window. There's no hope outside, it's gloomy, cloudy, drizzly and windy as always in my EPO office location in Rijswik, Netherlands. What else can I expect in the middle of winter? I can only dream. Or worse, I can only day-dream!