What I Hate

I hate that there is misery, suffering, and despair in the world. I hate that there is such a thing as disease. I hate that survival is ever an issue, and that people can actually wind up out on the street. I hate that there are so many words in the dictionary inspired by hate.

I hate that people become so pressed by fear that they hurt and even kill other living beings. I hate that prisons are in operation and that they are filled way beyond their intended capacity. I hate that the intent behind the design of at least some of those prisons was to punish rather than reform or even better, to revive. I hate that anyone ever feels the need to commit a crime.

I hate that a woman is ever driven to abandon her own newborn in a dumpster or even at someone’s doorstep. What horrors that woman must be facing for her to deny her hearts blood in that way. And even if the woman is merely disposing of an inconvenient product of a wanton lifestyle, I hate that anyone falls that far from their center.

I hate that many of the religions in this world tend to only help their own and in some cases go out of their way to denounce, degrade, and even destroy those outside their ilk.

I hate violence and cruelty, and every war ever fought on the planet, especially when done so in the name of God. I hate that anyone has to die alone and afraid. I hate that so much of the innovation in the world came out of preparation for battle.

I hate that greed is so often placed before philanthropy, selfishness before altruism, aggression before mediation, slander before inquiry. I hate that anyone sees little or nothing of their own self in any other human being.

This is what I reserve hate for--the things in the world untouched by love. I hate them in the world and I hate them in myself. I also hate that I hate at all. If I was an accomplished disciple of love I would hold no hate. Not even for the things I listed above.