Harmony or Anger?  

KinkyCouple316 57M/54F
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8/22/2006 10:19 pm

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10/16/2006 3:20 am

Harmony or Anger?

An old Grandfather said to his grandson, who came to him with anger at a friend who had done him an injustice...

"Let me tell you a story. I too, at times, have felt great hate for those who have taken so much, with no sorrow for what they do. But hate wears you down, and does not hurt your enemy. It's like taking poison and wishing your enemy would die."

"I have struggled with these feelings many times. 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 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! The littlest thing will send him into a fit of temper. He fights everyone, all of the time, for no reason. He cannot think because his anger and hate are so great. It is helpless anger, for his anger will change nothing."

"Sometimes it is hard to live with these two wolves inside me, for both of them try to dominate my spirit."

The boy looked intently into his Grandfather's eyes and asked, "Which one wins, Grandfather?"

The Grandfather smiled and quietly said, "The one I feed."

-- -- A Native American tale


heavn1 54F

8/22/2006 10:43 pm

oh...wow. Very insightful. This one takes my breath away, literally.

~Heavn


KinkyCouple316 replies on 8/23/2006 9:29 pm:
I agree. This one has always been my favorite.

ideafilter 37M

9/8/2006 12:25 am

So wait... which one are we supposed to feed?

But seriously, that's brilliant. I'm a huge fan of native american wisdoms (how much has been lost?), but I'd never heard this one before. "It's like taking poison and wishing your enemy would die." Pure genius. Poetry really.

Thanks so much for sharing.


KinkyCouple316 replies on 9/10/2006 7:18 pm:
You're welcome. It's one of my favorites. Most of the stories I find are very well written, well told and very poetic.

I would expect much of what has been lost will never be truly be known since so much was orally passed down, but I love looking and finding something (modified but basically the same) that I heard from my grandma. While I learned things from her as a way of life and living in balance is the 'way things should be', I cannot understand why this was never passed down as heritage. I only found out a few years ago that I have native blood. The last of the ones who knew any details only told her daughter right before passing on. It's been a 'needle in the haystack' trying to trace back that part of the family tree.

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