The Wolves Within
A grandson told of his anger
at a schoolmate who had done him an injustice. Grandfather said: "Let me
tell you a story."
I, too, 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.
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 is full
of anger. The littlest thing will set him into a fit of temper. He fights
with 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 replied, "The one I feed."
Author: Esther
Acosta
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