A grandson came to his grandfather with tremendous anger at a friend who had done him an injustice.
The grandfather said,”Let me tell you a story: I 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.”
The grandfather continued, “It is as if there are two wolves within me; one is good and does no harm. He lives in harmony with all around him, taking no 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 send 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.
This helpless anger will not change anything. Sometimes it is hard to live with these two wolves within me, because both of them try to control my spirit.”
The boy looked intently into his grandfather’s eyes and asked, “Which one wins?”
The grandfather smiled and quietly said, “The one I feed.”