Don't Feed The Bad Wolf
Monday, June 1, 2015
And so it goes,
"An elderly Cherokee Native American was teaching his grandchildren about life…
He said to them, “A fight is going on inside me, it is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One wolf is evil—he is fear, anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, competition, superiority, and ego.
The other is good—he is joy, peace, love, hope, sharing, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, friendship, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.
This same fight is going on inside you, and inside every other person, too.”
They thought about it for a minute, and then one child asked his grandfather, “Which wolf will win, Grandfather?”
The Elder simply replied, “The one you feed.”
I think about this story a lot. I'm not really a tattoo person, but if I was, I'd like to get "Don't Feed The Bad Wolf" tattooed across my forehead.
I need to remind myself daily not to feed that bastard. Because boy does mine like to eat. The killer part is he's got an appetite for everything, not just one type of food. And he finds things to munch on everywhere- Facebook, Instagram, Blog world, real world, not real world, comedy world, Nebraska world, IN MY HEAD. If it's out there, he'll eat it.
His appetite is ravenous on Mondays for some reason. From the moment I get up he demands to be fed by remembering all of the stuff I didn't do over the weekend but should have... the blog posts I didn't write, the shows I didn't go see, the auditions I didn't try for, the screenplay I didn't work on.
But even tastier are the things other people did that I didn't, those are his real favorites. Thanks to the connected world we live in, it's all out there for the taking. The comics, the writers, the bloggers, the Instagrammers, the everyone else excelling just a little bit. faster... Yum, yum, yum...
But fear not. My good wolf is awake on Mondays too. And she's a feisty little thing herself.
She survives on less food than the other guy, but she's there and she fights. She fights for what's real and doesn't go near the fake stuff... the stuff that is really for the most part an illusion. She pulls the curtain back and reminds me to focus on what's important and what matters most.
She sees the bigger picture. Ten years from now what will I wish I had been working on today? What would I tell myself to stop worrying about because it's pointless and silly?
And when she asks those questions I almost always know the answers. I just need someone to ask them.
Today I'm choosing to feed the good Wolfe.