THE WOLF WITH IN
THE WOLF WITHIN
An old 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.
But
the other wolf,
ah!
He is full of anger.
The littlest thing
will send 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."
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HAVE A WONDERFUL WEEK !
" FEARING MISTAKES "
We fear mistakes more than anything else. Mistakes bring
on ridicule. Mistakes expose the unsure, frail and diffident
hiding within.
Can anyone brag of living a mistake free life? Perhaps if
they were to spend their days on an armchair by the
fireside. A live of doing this is half-lived, wasted and
incomplete.
Fear of making mistakes holds you back from doing many
things. Ultimately too many joys go undiscovered. Regrets
smother you and you become even more fearful. It's a
vicious cycle.
Remember that nobody is above you. Others may know more,
but they have also walked the same path before you.
To get to where they are standing, you may have to make a
mistake or two. So what, why not feel the joy you deserve
and go for it?
" THE TWO CHOICES WE FACE "
Each of us has two distinct choices to make about what we will do with our lives. The first choice we can make is
to be less than we have the capacity to be. To earn less. To have less. To read less and think less. To try less and
discipline ourselves less. These are the choices that lead to an empty life. These are the choices that, once made,
lead to a life of constant apprehension instead of a life of wondrous anticipation.
And the second choice? To do it all! To become all that we can possibly be. To read every book that we possibly can.
To earn as much as we possibly can. To give and share as much as we possibly can. To strive and produce and
accomplish as much as we possibly can. All of us have the choice.
To do or not to do. To be or not to be. To be all or to be less or to be nothing at all.
Like the tree, it would be a worthy challenge for us all to stretch upward and outward to the full measure of our capabilities.
Why not do all that we can, every moment that we can, the best that we can, for as long as we can?
Our ultimate life objective should be to create as much as our talent and ability and desire will permit. To settle for doing
less than we could do is to fail in this worthiest of undertakings.
Results are the best measurement of human progress. Not conversation. Not explanation. Not justification. Results!
And if our results are less than our potential suggests that they should be, then we must strive to become more today than
we were the day before. The greatest rewards are always reserved for those who bring great value to themselves and the
world around them as a result of whom and what they have become.
" A TRUCKERS LAST DISPATCH "
I write this poem,
For truckers alone.
As they hear there loved ones,
On the other end of the phone.
They carry there goods,
To a preset goal.
Don't care what they carry,
Only know they must roll.
White line fever,
I hear it's been called.
When some poor, tired driver,
To sleep has been lulled.
Pushing to fast and hard,
Whachting and following the line
Hoping that when he gets home,
That all will be fine.
But now it has him,
In it's horrible grip.
Could this be the end,
Or even his last trip.
His wheels hit the gravel,
He jerks awake.
Tries to regain control.
His foot on the brakes.
Then he thinks to himself,
About his family waiting at home.
And wonders what drove him,
To endless roam.
He looks to the heaveans,
Please don't let me die.
A truckers last dispatch,
To his dispatcher in the sky.
Written By
Edmond Lonewolf
Copyright © Lonewolf Inc2009 All rights reserved.
" THE JOURNEY OF LIFE "
Do not undermine your worth by comparing yourself with others,
It is because we are different that each of us is special.
Do not set your goals by what other people deem important.
Only you know what is best for you.
Do not take for granted the things closest to your heart.
Cling to them as you would your life,
for without them, life is meaningless
Do not let your life slip through your fingers
By living in the past nor for the future.
By living your life one day at a time,
You live all the days of your life.
Do not give up when you still have something to give.
Nothing is really over until the moment you stop trying.
It is a fragile thread that binds is to each other.
Do not be afraid to encounter risks.
It is by taking chances that we learn how to be brave.
Do not shut out of your life by saying it is impossible to find.
The quickest way to receive love is to give love;
The fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly.
In addition, the best way to keep love is to give it wings.
Do not dismiss your dreams.
To be without dreams is to be without hope;
To be without hope is to be without purpose.
Do not run through life so fast that you forget
not only where you have been, but also where you are going.
Life is not a race, but a journey to be savored each step of the way.
" OCTOBER'S CALL '
This time of year, my plans are set,
My destination clear.
To the country I'll be traveling,
For the chill of winter's near.
I'll roam the meadows far and wide,
Memorizing nature's view.
Gaze in wonder at stand of tree's,
There leaves a tarnished hue.
Watching autumn colors bid farewell,
To the day's of summer past.
I must heed October's call and go,
And glimpse the changes while they last.
I'll sense my soul as it grows humble,
Now, more than any time of the year.
As each rainbows painted splendor,
Fills my eye's with grateful tears.
As the land in silent protest,
Tries with color to prolong.
The days of change and harvest,
For the winter will be long.
Yea autumn it does beckon me,
With it's bright October call.
So I must travel to the countryside,
Before the maple leaves all fall.
Written by Edmond Lonewolf
Copyright © 2009 Lonewolf Inc
Luv n Hugs ginny Wolfe
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