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Sometimes I feel like a little frog swimming downwards in a river. At the bottom of the river is everything I want to achieve in life. Some days, when the water is clearest, I can see myself at the bottom in the vision I always have when I picture where I want to be in the future.

However, sometimes, when the water is murky the little frog is no longer able to see himself happy in the future at the bottom of the lake. The water around him is so murky it seems the future he dreamed of has gone forever. The immediate situation is so dismal he feels the murky times may never pass. It takes all of little frogs determination to keep swimming through the murky days and remember how the clear days felt and remember the future when he reaches the bottom and the hard times have passed.

Some days little frog just wants to stop swimming and float off down the river. Easier. Safer. Happier.

Last night I decided I was a little frog. I realised I prefer the sound of this little frog to me. At that moment in time I wanted little frog to be happy more than I did myself. I wanted little frog to hold on and keep swimming an not give up.

I thought perhaps if little frog was a part of me thinking of him would convince me to carry on myself. If only for my new buddy.

(I probably sound crazy right now but I promise I am not. I have just had a hard few days but little frog is now keeping me going. I have often thought of giving up as a feeling of floating. Nothing more to worry about. Just going where the current takes you and drifting off into peaceful oblivion..)