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the wolves.

"Seek not to change the world, but to change your mind about the world."

This was information given in A Course In Miracles.

The real definition of a Miracle: When nothing bothers you anymore.

I read a story in an email a few days ago. I read this story before, years back in a book. It's the story of two wolves...

"Inside each of us two wolves are fighting. One wolf represents anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, and resentment. The other stands for joy, peace, love, hope, sharing, serenity, humility, truth, and compassion. This same fight is going on inside of you, and me and every other person.

Which wolf will win? The one you feed most."


The funny thing is, I heard this story being told again last night by someone. I was in a group lecture, and this story was told. To be hearing it again seemed a bit random to me, but then again, I don't think there's really such a thing as "random".

There are also *no accidents.

There are *no coincidences.

And what are mistakes exactly?

I came across this recently...The definition of Insanity:  Doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different outcome.

On that note, maybe to become insane is the only actual "mistake" one can make. My thoughts.

And at the same time, maybe this is the only way we'll ever become stronger than we are; to be insane for a little while, it's life. You know, you're never gonna survive, unless you get a little crazy...or, insane. It's also a catch-22, life and wisdom. You have to make mistakes in order to learn from them, and you have to stop making mistakes all at the same time...or is it; we have to stop making the same mistakes and start making new ones? Either way, it's a total paradox. I know I've personally longed for second chances over and over again--forgiveness, new beginnings, change, new outcomes. I've longed for these qualities in others, in myself and in painful situations and circumstances, circumstances that have grown old and tired. I've done it over and over again, expecting different outcomes too--expecting change. Sadly though, change and forgiveness is not always the hand we're dealt in this game called Life. We don't always get what we want, this I've learned. We do always get what we need though, and if we're not strong enough to endure that which we need to make us stronger, then that which we need to make us stronger will actually makes us weaker, and we go insane. We end up losing. We end up making "mistakes", the same "mistakes" over and over again. Ultimately, everything keeps bothering us. So, hopefully we each come out of our battles a stronger person, ready for the next challenge. Hopefully we'll learn from our mistakes, the ones we repeat over and over again, the ones that make us go insane.

I think the greatest mistake one can make is to count on someone again and again only to be left hurting...again and again.

And so the big angry wolf is hungry again, go figure.

Oh well, I say starve it to death. Life is too short to die from a broken heart.

Feed the other wolf, the one that only wants to love.

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