I came across this text while browsing through some weblogs, and wasn’t too interested at first. Reaching the end of this short story, I was very amazed by the depth of the message and was compelled to share it with you because I feel it is so very true.
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 doesn’t hurt your enemy. It’s 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 doesn’t 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 spirit..”
The boy looked intently into his Grandfather’s eyes ad asked: “Which one wins, Grandfather?”
The Grandfather solemnly said: “The one I feed.”
Source: Ankyfloris.web-log.nl
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