By Woodyy
Once upon a time, there was a sick man.
His body was slowly fading away, and every breath was a reminder of how close he was to the end.
With his final breath, he raised his voice to the sky, filled with both fear and hope:
—Oh, holy heaven! Grant me a second chance!
Heaven listened.
When he opened his eyes, the pain was gone.
His body felt light, the air was fresh, and he could move with an agility he didn't remember having.
He smiled… until he noticed his green legs, his damp skin, and the tongue that moved on its own when a fly passed by.
—What the hell…? —he croaked.
The man had been reincarnated as a frog.
At first, frustration consumed him.
All that pleading… for this? A life in a puddle?
But time passed, and among the reflections of the water and the songs of warm nights, he began to understand.
There was no more pain.
No more ambition.
Only the gentle rhythm of the pond and the endless sky above his head.
He learned to jump, to enjoy the sound of rain, to watch the world move without haste.
Each sunrise was different, and each croak, a celebration of the life he had once despised.
As days went by, he understood the true meaning of his wish.
Heaven had given him a second chance —not to be powerful, or rich, or young again, but to learn how to live.
And so, in his small pond —his new world—, the man-frog found the peace that an entire human life could never give him.
🪶 END