There is a story about a Navajo grandfather who once told his grandson, "Two wolves live inside of me. One is the bad wold, full of greed and laziness, full of anger and jealousy and regret. The other is the good wolf, full of joy and compassion and willingness and a great love for the world. All the time, these wolves are fighting inside me." "But Grandfather," the boy said, "Which wolf will win?" The grandfather answered, "The one I feed."
I recently read this in a novel by Elizabeth Berg. I found so much truth in it that I had to post it. Don't we all tend to personify the part of us that we feed? The crime is not in having the two wolves inside of us, but it comes by deciding which one we will nourish.
Since I can't possibly improve on that Navajo story, I will sign off for today.