The parable says choose one.
Feed the good wolf. Starve the bad.
But starving doesn't work.
The hungry one only howls louder.
We think peace comes from victory.
One side crushed. One side crowned.
A clean win. A finished war.
It doesn't end that way.
Both wolves are part of you.
Both will keep asking to be fed.
The question isn't which one wins.
It's whether you can sit with both
without letting either run the house.
Mastery isn't silence.
It's knowing which voice to follow
and which to let pass.
You don't kill the wolf.
You learn to live in the same room.
