I got restless living in my ditch near the town of Osaka on the seacoast. I decided I wanted to visit Kyoto where the great Mikado had his palace. So one fine morning I set off. The journey was more tiring than I expected. I had gone halfway to the city when I arrived at a mountain. It took a great many hops to climb, but when I finally got to the top, who should I meet but another frog just like me!
Honestly, I thought I was meeting myself.
Turns out, he was coming from Kyoto and he wanted to see Osaka. Well, what a coincidence! We stretched ourselves out in a cool, damp place and had a good conversation. After we had rested and we were about to part ways, I said, “If only we could make ourselves bigger, we could see both towns from here. We could see if it is worth going on.”
“That’s easily managed,” said my friend from Kyoto. He suggested we hold onto one another and stand up on our hind legs. Then we could see the town that we were travelling to.
We forgot that when a frog stands up, his eyes point backwards! I saw a town that looked exactly like Osaka and he saw a town that looked exactly like Kyoto. We both agreed that it wasn’t worth the effort, so we hopped back to our homes.
Now I’m in the ditch again. And I’m thinking that I’m an idiot. I shouldn’t have tried to see if it was worth going forward because all I did was look back. And I don’t have it in me to travel that distance again!
Have you ever felt like the frog from Osaka? It’s very hard to move forward while looking back. What story or experience comes to mind when you think of this predicament? Based on your own experience, what advice would you have for these two frogs?