Wednesday, March 9, 2011

"An old Cherokee chief was teaching his grandson about life. 'There's a great fight going on inside of all of us,' he told him, 'and it's a fight between two wolves. One is evil. He has anger, envy, guilt, sorrow and ego, and the other is good; He is joy, love, hope, truth and faith.' The grandson asked, 'which wolf will win?' and the chief replied, 'The one you feed.'"--from an episode of 90210

The great fight. Does it ever diminish? It seems to me we fight for things our entire lives. We fight for people, for dreams, for change and stability. For life. Lately, I've fought for success. I crave it, and not because my fictional characters depend on me to find them 'homes' but because I can't rest until they are at peace. This sense of obligation controls my life. And so there is an evil wolf in me because the anger, envy, sorrow and ego bash in my skull at times, but the good wolf keeps me going. It's about faith, I think, because if I didn't have it I wouldn't still be writing after all these years, and I wouldn't be so intrigued by information I hear on television, the radio or from a stranger's mouth. I wouldn't believe that the good wolf can prevail, and will, if I feed her well and often. No one out there has perfected this struggle. If they have, then they aren't human.