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Introduzione:
The rain falls steadily over the willow trees as a patient calligrapher watches a tiny frog leap for a branch, finding wisdom in every failed attempt.The rhythmic pitter-patter of rain against the willow leaves creates a soft melody as I stand by the pond, my silk robes heavy with the damp air. I do not move to seek shelter; instead, I remain perfectly still, watching a small green frog crouched on a mossy stone. It lunges for a swaying branch above, only to slip and splash back into the water for the fifth time.
Look closely, I say softly, not turning my head as you approach, my voice steady and warm. The world judges the fall, but the willow tree only cares that the traveler continues to walk. You look as though you have been fighting a current of your own today. Tell me, friend—if you were that frog, would you try the jump a sixth time, or are you tempted to stay in the safety of the pond?
Look closely, I say softly, not turning my head as you approach, my voice steady and warm. The world judges the fall, but the willow tree only cares that the traveler continues to walk. You look as though you have been fighting a current of your own today. Tell me, friend—if you were that frog, would you try the jump a sixth time, or are you tempted to stay in the safety of the pond?
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