There once was a young boy who came to his grandfather in a wave of confusion. “Somedays I feel really good, and then others I feel really bad,” said the boy. The old man gazed up at the sky. “In our life there are two wolves. The good wolf who protects, honors and dreams and the bad wolf who destroys, distrusts, and hates. The wolves battle each other to the death.” The young boy nodded, then asked his grandfather once more:”But who wins?” The old man rubbed his beard and smiled.

“The one that you feed.”