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 spirit."
The boy looked intently
into his Grandfather's eyes and asked,
"Which one wins, Grandfather?"
The Grandfather solemnly said,
"The one I feed."
Author Unknown
