Once upon a time, an old Indian opened one life truth to his grandson. In each person there is a struggle, very similar to the struggle of two wolves. One wolf represents evil - envy, jealousy, regret, selfishness, ambition, lies ... Another wolf represents good - peace, love, hope, truth, kindness, loyalty ... The little Indian, deeply moved by the words of his grandfather, thought for a few moments, and then asked: “And what kind of wolf does he win at the end?” The old Indian smiled slightly and replied: - The wolf that you feed always wins.
PS Yes, this parable is probably not the newest, but every time I re-read it, I think about my actions. I ask myself - what wolf did I feed today?