wolves within

An old 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 continued, “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 temper. 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 soul.”
The boy looked intently into his Grandfather’s eye and asked, “Which one
wins, Grandfather?”
The Grandfather solemnly said, “The one I feed.”

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That was cool :D

An old Cherokee story. Nice post.

^_^ nice, i really like stories like this.

I like it, its like what my mom used to say "mikey your like the river flowing freely as happy as can be, but when there's a obstacle in your way you try to push it over, try loosening your tides and go around the problem, not fast or to slow, just where you know that you won't hurt your waters and the ones in it" she knew how to get through to me, it was one of the last things she told me. In my heart I felt I should share this with you. Thank you for reminding me of her.

Stories like these are told all over the world in different scenarios. Thank you for that story!