Native American Advice For This Journey of Life

Before you lies a journey we all must travel. A journey whose length is not as important as the footprints you will leave behind for others to follow. A journey that has many paths, and the one that you choose will decide what course your life will take.

You can choose the easy and well-trodden road, or you can venture down the one rarely traveled. Either way, you have the ability to make an impact upon this world, So long as you follow the ways of your own heart, not the desires of others.

Whatever road you choose to walk, let it show that a good and brave person passed this way. One who never sacrificed convictions for a place in the sun or the easy gain; but one who kept to the true and right path.

And let it also show that you did not count your wealth in riches; but in how you walk this earth with humility in your heart, Let the footprints that you made in this life show that you walked in the footsteps of love.

© by Kayla







~ The Wolves 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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