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A boy came to his grandfather, very angry at a schoolmate who had done him an injustice. The grandfather said to him, "Let me tell you a story. I, too, at times, have felt great hate for those who have taken so much, with no regret for what they do. But hate wears us down and doesn't hurt our enemies. It's like taking poison and wishing our enemy would die.I've struggled with these feelings many, many times. "It's as if there are two wolves inside me. One is good and does no harm. He lives in harmony with all around him and doesn't take offense when no offense was intended. He'll only fight when it's clearly right to do so, and then only in the right way. "But the other wolf, ah! He's full of anger. The littlest thing will set him into a fit of temper. He fights everyone, all the time, for no good reason. He can't think because his anger and hate are so great. It's helpless anger, for his anger will change nothing. "Sometimes it's 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 replied, "Whichever one I feed."