“A fight is going on inside me,” said an old man to his son. “It is a terrible fight between two wolves. One wolf is evil. He is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.
The other wolf is good. he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith.
The same fight goes on inside you.”
The son thought about it for a minute and then asked, “Which wolf will win?”
The old man replied simply, “The one you feed.”
―Native American proverb
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Autumn leaves are falling and the colors are turning again.
Yesterday was a long day – a day of laughter, a day of tears, a day of sorrow, a day of cheers.
But … there was a time for all of it and this passage was of comfort to me as I woke on this day, the first day of a new season.
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; a time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; a time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace. – Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
I received word tonight of a colleague’s terminal diagnosis. Of how they’re not discussing treatment. Of how there are no months or years, just days.
We’re not close, we’ve never even met. But I like her. She’s kind, responsive, and possesses a crisp New England accent that makes me both smile and pay attention when I hear it.
I envisioned her as tall and willowy. I don’t even know if that’s true.
I wish we’d met.
I wish I knew how I’ll grieve someone I never quite knew.
It’s like that, isn’t it?
Working, blogging, connecting. We form ‘relationships’ with people we don’t know; we grow to count on them and they on us. We learn the inflection in their laugh, how they sign their emails a particular way, and the sorts of things we differ on. We learn who they are without ever meeting.
Her name is Susan.
And I am struggling to understand how not knowing her can make me weep even more.
“And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me. You will always be my friend. You will want to laugh with me. And you will sometimes open your window, so, for that pleasure . . . And your friends will be properly astonished to see you laughing as you look up at the sky! Then you will say to them, ‘Yes, the stars always make me laugh!’ And they will think you are crazy. It will be a very shabby trick that I shall have played on you…”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince