The Frog Pursuit

I wrote this piece many years ago, though I believe at this time in our world it holds a message which is timeless, in the importance being greater in the reflection perceived in this world rather than whose eyes are watching you.

The Frog Pursuit

Once upon a time, a boy found himself without a care for the discipline of life. From the


feeling of being uncaring for what would result in life, this boy stood within his chaos. As


he grew and became a man, he continued to flounder in his true desire, uncaring of the


outcome of his actions.






One day as he was walking through the streets of the busy city that he lived, a small girl


unexpectedly crossed his path. Not seeing the small child, through the force of intersecting


each other, the small girl was quickly struck down to the curb of the street. Realizing what


he had done, the man swiftly bent down to the child. In seeing her dazed eyes, he began


to speak to her. The man’s first thought was too reprimand the child even as she lay on


the sidewalk, still caught within the trauma of this time.






As the man looked into her eyes, the images reflected back caused him to begin to cry.


From the reflection of the little girl’s eyes, he only saw himself. He saw the trauma that held


the little girl, as she lay motionless; he saw the boy within that for so long chose not to be


seen. As his tears fell, they gently began falling upon the eyes of the child, the reflection


through her eyes being returned, shown as a mirror of light, being back lit from the sun


high above them in the sky. Through the radiance, the little girl found the words she chose


to say to the man.










“Sir, don’t cry. You can not hurt me,” said the little girl. “When I ran across your path, I


was chasing a frog that I had seen jumping across the sidewalk. I was in such a hurry to


touch the frog, that I was not caring of anything else.”






The expression on the man’s face showed the questions of taking such a risk by the child,


only in an attempt to catch a frog. Realizing, the depth of a little girl caring so deeply in the


pursuit of the frog, that she was uncaring to the danger of the pursuit. The man then


spoke to her.






“Little one, how possibly could pursuing the frog have been so important? Because of the


choice to chase the frog, you were hurt as a result,” asked the man in wonder.






“Sir, as I said before you cannot hurt me” she said giggling. “My chasing of the frog was


your uncaring pursuit in life. Your choices becoming your desires, regardless of who


crossed your path or the damage/danger you created in doing so. A life without a tear


shed or taking the time to look into the eyes of your soul. The frog was your pursuit,


rather than taking the time to stand still, fearing what you might see if the frog was no


longer important.”






“Sir, today you crossed paths with yourself. Remember me, remember the frog, and


remember my laugh. If you can do this, your frogs will always be your “prince-I-pulls” of


joy in your life.” When the small girl had finished speaking, she bounced to her feet.






“I have to go home now Sir” she said smiling.


The little girl then stretched her arms, springing up on her tiptoes, and as the man


watched in awe, ~ she quickly had taken flight. As the little girl gained height, a white dove


continued flying higher than the man could see.

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