Ramblings on hate...
There’s seemingly no end to disdain.
There’s seemingly no end to hate.
There’s seemingly no end to lack of understanding.
There’s no end to just how far people will go to avoid knowing. To avoid seeing. To avoid hearing. To avoid understanding.
It gives us comfort to hate. It gives us an outlet, an escape from what we have, what we face, what are forced to deal with every day.
It allows us the luxury to believe there is a simple solution to all that ails us. The problems are simple; it is the object of our hatred that is the cause, the root, the constant source of our pains and suffering.
To hate is to love; to love to hate. To truly hate requires passion. It requires an awareness. It requires focus and consistency. It is a falsehood to assume that hate comes from a lack of intelligence; true hate starts within great minds left unfulfilled, unchallenged, unenthused.
Hate is simple. Hate is powerful. Hate unites and conquers far quicker and far easier than anything else.
Most of all though, hatred is weak.
It is the easy solution. It is the path of least resistance. To hate is to expend an inordinate amount of energy on a worthless pursuit.
To hate is to demand from oneself all the qualities necessary to overcome the very reasons that begat the hatred; hatred though has seemingly quicker rewards, and is thus favoured by the impatient.
Hatred too is a void; it it does not lead to peace, it does not lead to contentment, to fulfillment. It is circular by nature, hate breeds hate.
Hate is foolish, but foolish still is to understimate its power, its potential for savagery.
I shared these ramblings with my housemate last night. She asked me where the idea came from.
Truth is, being in Bangladesh affords you many opportunities to sit and reflect.
There’s seemingly no end to hate.
There’s seemingly no end to lack of understanding.
There’s no end to just how far people will go to avoid knowing. To avoid seeing. To avoid hearing. To avoid understanding.
It gives us comfort to hate. It gives us an outlet, an escape from what we have, what we face, what are forced to deal with every day.
It allows us the luxury to believe there is a simple solution to all that ails us. The problems are simple; it is the object of our hatred that is the cause, the root, the constant source of our pains and suffering.
To hate is to love; to love to hate. To truly hate requires passion. It requires an awareness. It requires focus and consistency. It is a falsehood to assume that hate comes from a lack of intelligence; true hate starts within great minds left unfulfilled, unchallenged, unenthused.
Hate is simple. Hate is powerful. Hate unites and conquers far quicker and far easier than anything else.
Most of all though, hatred is weak.
It is the easy solution. It is the path of least resistance. To hate is to expend an inordinate amount of energy on a worthless pursuit.
To hate is to demand from oneself all the qualities necessary to overcome the very reasons that begat the hatred; hatred though has seemingly quicker rewards, and is thus favoured by the impatient.
Hatred too is a void; it it does not lead to peace, it does not lead to contentment, to fulfillment. It is circular by nature, hate breeds hate.
Hate is foolish, but foolish still is to understimate its power, its potential for savagery.
I shared these ramblings with my housemate last night. She asked me where the idea came from.
Truth is, being in Bangladesh affords you many opportunities to sit and reflect.
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