{A Native American grandfather was talking to his grandson about how he felt about a tragedy. He said, "I feel as though I have two wolves fighting in my heart. One wolf is vengeful, angry and violent. The other is loving, compassionate and forgiving."
The grandson asked, "Which wolf will win the fight in your heart?"
The grandfather said, "The one I feed." }
I have no idea who wrote this but, a friend sent it to me a few years ago when I truly needed it.
The words ring true to me, but in a different way. For me, it's not a matter of which wolf I feed, without both wolves there would be no balance, it's what and how i feed them. I've learned to try and feed them both understanding, offered with a gentle hand.
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