Wicked Wanderings: Mushy mushy

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."

Thursday, June 08, 2006

Mushy mushy

Still two major papers to go and my brain and body are revolting against me. I think I had to much sugar today, and 4.5 hours of sleep...
The only healthy thing I ate today was a cup of yogurt and I can even question the benefits of that.

The question is: can I complete a paper by Tuesday while putting 28 hours of work in and take tonight to recoup from the ordeal of getting my portfolio finished and handed in today?

Brain deadness setting in. I can't write a paper when I can't even find the words to blog.

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Thursday, June 08, 2006

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