A cup of Hate

HATE

      So many words and thought could be associated to the term HATE. Sometimes not said often times strong emotions felt. In books where the heroines leads,where love was said to be the strongest weapon of all,but hate could just be as strong ,spiteful and hideous.
      Self hate, friend hate, hate in relationships, despicable envy. As much as the society is trying to help encourage love and spread the joy of loving yourself and finding inner peace. Hate can't just be stilled in a box.
Self hate : I'd rather use my experience to explain this, and yeah it might be rather pitiful but I have embraced it, sad right? Well it's not.
     Walking alone gives me time to be more open to my surroundings and aware of certain things . In the university we have series or rather varieties of individual and  Let's say sometimes certain species make you double check unconsciously. Hey wait up , read on.
   I have encountered so many people that made be detest and question certain genetic traits I possess , like what on earth do they use? Com'on where you dipped in caramel as a child, how could your skin be so pebble smooth.
  I would go into my cacoon and judge,investigate every single flaw, a way to make myself feel better, a way to nurse my insecurities, I'd say spiteful things and hated and judge myself more. Because someone simply was prettier, better than me?. Do they deserve the hate I emit, what did they ever do wrong, why am I this envious? .
  I asked myself repeatedly why all I thought about was how much I hated the majority. I did get my answer and realize what so ever actions I reflect was a product of me, I simply hated myself because I felt I wasnt enough, or I didn't meet societal standards. People didn't really help in making me feel better with pathetic primitive classifications.
   Hate affected so many relationships I tried to keep, it was so enveloping and choking I felt it in every fiber of my being, I'd rather end me.
   That's when I felt a hand, a hand that drew me closer to the light, a hand that taught me to love,it wasn't a day thing but a gradual growth , a blissful feeling and inner peace.
    As much as we don't admit it, or try to substain all self righteousness, a hand wouldn't hurt. Yes you could be that hand, a smile a day wouldn't hurt, a simple 'hello' makes one feel existent, even if you're not consistent. We all have issued we all face daily some more than the other, a little love would blossom into something beautiful.
    Maybe the love starts from you,you're just as amazing as the next,not as beautiful but better.
( read previous post for more)

Friend hate : Am gonna keep this short and precise. Jealous is a spiteful thing, a slow poison that turns envy to grief. The earlier it's gotten rid of the better. Stop saying rather bad things about her/him stop picking at her/his flaws,you'd never be HAPPY and this evolves to self hate.
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