To think about.

I don't know that this is genuinely an "old Cherokee story" or not, but it's one of those things that, even if some college kid made it up in the 1970s, it's good enough that it deserves to exist. (I found this referred to in some discussion of bad behavior and narcissism of a fairly famous person, sad stuff that's come to light recently).

“The Two Wolves (Source: Unknown)

One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people.
He said, ‘My son, the battle is between two ‘wolves’ inside us all.

One is Evil.
It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.

The other is Good.
It is joy, peace , love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.

The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: ‘Which wolf wins?’

The old Cherokee simply replied, ‘The one you feed .’”

I try to feed that Good wolf. I don't always succeed but I try.

(it also occurs to me that for those of us of the Christian persuasion, that Good Wolf (heh, I at first typed Wolfe there, like Nero Wolfe) embodies a lot of the good old "fruits of the spirit.")