There is a Native American parable that goes something like this:
A child came home and told his grandfather how his classmates had ridiculed him and trashed his belongings. Hurt and angry, he told his grandfather how he hated them and wanted to hurt each with all heart.
The Grandfather held the small boy and said, “I too have felt a great hate for those that have taken so much with little or no remorse. I have struggled with these feelings and it is as if there are two wolves fighting in my heart.”
He continues, “One wolf is noble, loving, and compassionate. He lives in harmony those around him and is benevolent. The other wolf is vengeful, angry, and violent. He fights everyone because his hate consumes him. It is sometimes hard to live with these two wolves inside me, for both are skilled warriors and try to dominate my spirit.”
The boy looks up with quiet tears and asks, “Which wolf wins?”
The grandfather replies, “The one I feed.”
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