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."
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 offence when no offence 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 dominant my
spirit."
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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