Wicked Wanderings: Wicked Wanderings

An old Indian 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 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."

He continued...

"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. He saves all his energy for the right fight.

But the other wolf, ahhh!

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 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."

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Wicked Wanderings

Wicked Wanderings is kickin back with some history and Lit for a while. We are also heading into the Myth unit of my writing class, which excites me so much I need to drink beer to calm myself down enough that I may get to the papers I need to write for it. This girl is all smiles tonight as she hunkers down and prepares to get her elbows dirty with analytical thought and comparative musings.

So between modernism, general Lit and a whole lotta metaphor, I bid you good eve and I'll be back with some musings on my reasons for taking this heroic journey.

By the by... did I mention that I had my first essay of the writing class nominated for the Kellog awards? I will know the outcome at the end of May. I don't really see myself winning, just that I have been nominated me makes me feel all glowy inside.. o wait maybe I've been drinking my Abbot to fast.

Who knew college would turn me into an on again, off again alcholic? Thanks for not warning me.

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