The Two Wolves “One day a young boy went up to his grandfather, who was on old Cherokee chief. Edudi? The boy asked. Why are you so sad. The old chief bit his lip and rubbed his belly as if his stomach pained him unmercifully. “There is as terrible fight inside of me little one, the chief said sternly. One that will not let me sleep or give me any peace.” “A fight grandfather, I don’t understand. What kind of fight is inside you?” The old chief kneeled in front of the boy to explain; “Deep inside my heart I have two wolves. Each strong enough to devour the other, they are locked in constant war. One is evil through and through. HE is revenge, sorrow, regret, rage, greed, arrogance, stupidity, superiority, envy, guilt, lies, ego, false pride, inferiority, self-doubt, suspicion, and resentment. The other wolf is everything kind. He is made of peace, blissful tranquility, wisdom, love and joy, hope and humility, compassion, benevolence, generosity, truth, faith and empathy. They circle each other inside my heart and the fight on another at all times. Day and night. There is no let up. Not even while I slumber.” The boy’s eyes widened as he sucks his breath in sharply. “How horrible for you.” His grandfather shook his head at those words and tapped the boys chest right where his heart was located. “It’s not just horrible for me. This same fight is also going on inside you, and every single person who walk this earth with us.” Those words terrified the little boy. “So tell me grandfather, which of the wolves will win this fight?” The old chief smiled at his grandson and he cupped his young cheek before he answered one simple truth. “Always the one we feed.” Sherrilyn Kenyon Time Untimed
Posted on: Sat, 12 Jul 2014 14:23:43 +0000
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