My world - Frog's view

'The world is mine and mine alone', so thought 'Frog', the frog.

The light at the end of the rising walls around Frog kept him in tune with the occurrence of days and nights. The sun shone at times stronger than he could bear, for it would be directly targeted on his world. On other occasions, the evidence of a shining sun beyond the horizon, his world's horizon, was a certain warmth and glow that he could feel all around him, illuminating his world and keeping the temperatures bearable. Then there were instances when the dark clouds, which formed above his world, would unleash a sudden flow of the sweetest water that he encountered in his world. Actually, his water world was kind of too salty for his comfort. But then who had the perfect world, although he was sure that his world came extremely close to the definition of one. His world had been exposed to many intruders, but fortunately, he had been able enough, to ward off any unfriendly invasion, and to entertain guests that came and brought him fables and tall tales from an imaginary world beyond his world. The beetles and mosquitoes that came to meet their end for his benefit were never short on such stories to entertain him before becoming his meal. The world around him was well explored and there wasn't any part of it that had missed the round eyes of Frog. Frog's world was the only thing that existed in the world and with the sun, the moon and the rain, all trying to find a way in to his world, he knew he was the king, the saviour, and the sole leader of the world. That there could exist anything beyond the shallow well that constituted Frog's world was a fiction that didn't strike him in the least - a possibility.

One day, a slimy, vine-like creature with, a two-pronged slithery tongue, slid down the walls of his world. Frog was ready to devour this new food, when calamity struck and he found himself stuck inside the invader. Soon the confinement proved too suffocating for the hunter, now hunted. Frog didn't notice the rain that followed the thunderclap. He was lost and his kingdom won over in unfair, and disbalanced duel. The victor was now the sole leader, for the slippery walls didn't provide enough foothold for him to scale out of the well. Frog never made it out of his world - alive, that is. Even in death he was relieved of the pain of discovering a world beyond his own, hostile and unknown.

Do our lives represent a frog in the well approach? Can we see beyond our own world? Most don't, and most don't even want to. Do I?