An old Grandfather said to his grandson, who came to him with anger
at a friend
who had done him an injustice... "Let me tell you a story."
"I too, at times, have felt great hate for those who have taken so much,
with no sorrow for what they do. But hate wears you down, and does
not hurt your enemy. It's like
taking poison and wishing your enemy
would die. I have struggled with these
feelings many times. "
"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 offence
when no offence was intended. Will only fight when it is right to do so,
and in the right way."
"But...the other wolf... ah! The littlest thing will send him into a fit
of temper. He fights everyone, all of the time, for no reason. He cannot
think because his anger and hate
are so great. It is helpless anger, for
his anger will change nothing."
"Sometimes 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 smiled and quietly said, "The one I feed."