Love and hate come from the same place...
They both live inside you,
Like the story of the two wolves,
But they are not the only ones...
There's a whole wolfpack
On the hunt
In the wastelands of your mind...
And it doesn't matter which one you feed,
They all take their pound of flesh...
You don't get to choose what they do...
You only get to choose what you do...
You can't kill off one wolf
Without killing them all...
Your inner life is an entire ecosystem adapting to external forces
While adapting to its own continued creation...
The time stream keeps moving...
No moments are spare moments...
No time to just sleep on it...
No time for anything but dogged focus...
So, this Wolfpack,
It feeds itself...
Kills only what it needs to kill...
What's your part?
Keep their environment healthy...
You're the groundskeeper...
Or, rather,
You're Jane Goodall
And this wolfpack
Is a troop of chimpanzees...
Your part is to understand
All of them,
To the best of your abilities,
Learn to accept and appreciate their place in your life...
And your place in theirs...
They are guides, yes,
But they don't rule you...
Don't allow them to rule you...
That is a choice...
You
Control
You...
Not your trauma...
Not your mental state...
You
Control
You...
You're not a victim...
Your mind plays tricks on you sometimes, though...
Don't give up...
Take advantage of the sun during the day,
And feel your way through the night smells in the forest...
Keep moving...
Keep up the pace...
Build your endurance...
Run with those wolves...
Enlist their trust
And admiration
And loyalty...
What is your part in all of this?
You are the alpha of this wolfpack...
You make the choices...
You contain the focus,
and capacity for self-control...
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