A boy, having grown up and gone to the city to work for a year, came back to his hometown to visit his family over the year end. Thinking he'd seen much of what people and human relationships were like, he began to wonder if his life ideals were still plausible.
As the world goes, right is only in question between equals in power, while the strong do what they can and the weak suffer what they must. Fate is unfair and fortune does not necessarily favour the brave. Love is blind and trust is not always rewarding. The rich get richer the poor get poorer. The more he thought of how bitter the world was, the sadder and angrier he became. What purpose and drive remains? Where was the beauty he dreamt he would live to see in life?
He thought of his friends. He thought of sacrifice. He thought of the experiences and memories that he considered noble. Yet they seemed fleeting, only to flash in and out occasionally in his life when the opportunity for such arose. Yet the pain of the bitterness of the world was everywhere everday, gone only when one turned a blind eye. Ignorance is bliss he thought. The more he thought, the more confused he became. Suddenly, he was in the doldrums yet again. His views of life were in a whirl.
So it was then, he found it apropos that he was to see his grandfather at home. Sitting at the fireplace, his grandfather sat in his rocking chair, as if watching the world pass by in the flames. Time seemed to freeze for him. Carefree and seemingly enlightened of the ways of the world. Anticipating this was where his answer to all those questions lay, the boy walked up to and sat next to his grandfather. His heart started pumping faster, suddenly unsure of how to phrase his question. With so much to ask, to find out, the words were choking up his throat and just couldnt come out. Here sat his epitomy of all that was righteous and honest in the world.
He finally said, "Grandpa, I've seen much of the tragedies in the world the past year. And now I feel as if I have two wolves fighting in my heart. One wolf is vengeful and angry. The other is loving, forgiving and compassionate. Which one will eventually win the fight in my heart?"
His grandfather took and sip of his tea and placed the cup down on the table gently. Thinking for a while, he turned around and answered, "The one you choose to feed."
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Time is slow for the waiting, swift for the fearing, long for the grieving, short for the rejoicing. But for those with faith, time is eternity. What do you believe in?