Those inner wolves.

I spent what for me seemed like a very long time sitting on a hairdressers chair while the girl worked furiously to bring my hair back under control. I had not had such an experience since about last September so it was certainly needing to be brought back under control. 

I watched as she worked and wondered if this was as difficult as bringing the inner wolves under control. Let me share with you what I mean, the thought comes from a poster that hangs on my study wall. 

There is a tale of a Grandfather, whose grandson came to him with anger at a schoolmate who had done him an injustice. 

He sat his Grandson down and said to him, "Let me tell you something. I too, at times, 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.

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 offence when no offence 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 set 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. 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 eye and asked, "Which one wins, Grandfather?"

The Grandfather solemnly said, "The one I feed."

Beware the inner wolves. 

Have a great day.