Two wolves ...
"Grandpa, why men fight?"
The old man, Their Eyes Were Watching the setting sun, the day that he was losing his battle with the night, he spoke in a calm voice.
"Every man, sooner or later, is called upon to do so. For every man there is always a battle waiting to be fought, to win or to lose. Because the fiercest battle is what happens between two wolves. "
"What wolves, Grandpa?"
"What every man carries within himself."
The child could not understand. Since the grandfather broke the silence that had dropped between them, perhaps to turn his curiosity. Finally, the old man who had within them the wisdom of the time taken with his calm tone.
"There are two wolves in all of us. One is bad and live with hatred, jealousy, envy, resentment, false pride, lies, selfishness."
The old man paused again, this time to give him a way to understand what he just said.
"And the other?"
"The other wolf is good. He lives with peace, love, hope, generosity, compassion, humility and faith."
The child was a moment to think about what his grandfather had just said. Then he gave voice to his curiosity and his thinking.
"And which wolf wins?"
The old Cherokee replied and turned to look with eyes clean.
"What feed the most. "
[Giorgio Faletti - I am God]
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