The
Wolves Within
An older Grandfather, whose grandson
came to him with anger at a schoolmate
who had done him an injustice, said,
“Let me tell you a story.
I too, at
times, have felt a great hate for those
that have taken so much, with no sorrow
for what they do. But hate wears you
down, and does not hurt your enemy. It
is like taking poison and wishing your
enemy would die. I have struggled with
these feelings many times.
He
continues, “It is as if there are two
wolves inside me. One is good and does
no harm. He lives in harmony with all
around him and does not take offense
when no offense was intended. He will
only fight when it is right to do so,
and in the right way.”
“But the
other wolf, ah! He is full of anger. The
littlest thing will set him into a fit
of anger. He fights everyone, all the
time, for no reason. He cannot think
because his anger and hate are so great.
It is hard to live with these two wolves
inside me, for both of them try to
dominate my spirit.”
The boy
looked into his grandfather’s eyes and
asked, “Which one wins, Grandfather?”
The
Grandfather solemnly said, “The one I
feed.”
--Author
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