The Frog Pursuit


Life continually reminds us of the pursuit; and the eyes of our soul reflecting our own choices and actions through experience.

The Frog Pursuit
Once upon a time, a boy found himself without a care for the discipline of life, 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 and through the force of intersecting
each other, the small girl was quickly struck down to the curb of the street by this man. 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 too begin crying.
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 whom for so long chose not to be
seen. As his tears fell, they gently began falling upon the eyes of the child, with the reflection
through her eyes being returned, showing as a mirror of light, being backlit 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 you pursuing the frog; 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-pull" 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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