I hate someone.
I am not proud of it. Hate is like a tick I can’t get rid of. I don’t enjoy the feeling and I don’t like its all consuming nature.
I have tried forgiving this person I hate for her careless judgements and her senseless attacks but it’s hard. It is hard because I run into her now and then. Hard because people post pictures of her on fb. It is hard because she makes comments on fb.
I know, it sounds petty, jealous, juvenile….because it is. That is what hate does. There is nothing pretty or redeeming at all about hate. I hate H8 and everything about it, I hate how it feels, how it manipulates and how strong it can be.
I see hate surrounding the gay community, I see hate camping out at the voting polls, I see hate in rush hour traffic. It is everywhere and it is within all of us. The only way to battle hate is to love so that is what I will do. The epic battle to love when hate is so easy to do.
I wrote what you just read in 2012. I don’t hate that person anymore. I’ve thought about her over the years and perspective gifted me clarity. I realized a lot of the hate I felt had to do with the injustice I felt. She made me question my self worth and my value. The more I questioned myself the more I hated her. The hate only went away when I stopped believing her truth as my truth.
I know hate. And I know the power love has to destroy it.
There is hate inside of us
All of us
None of us are immune
Regardless of religion
Regardless of age
Of gender, race, or principles
It is ever present
And it is raging with hunger
For some of us it lies dormant
Lazy and weak
Overpowered by the love
We have received
But some of us were born into neglect
Into jealousy, into anger
Feeding the hate within us
This is what I am trying to say
YOU MAKE A DIFFERENCE
The things you do
The things you say
It is the simple act of love
That starves the hate around us
Text someone good morning
Send them a video message
Remember to congratulate them
Or to wish them good luck
Like their status, their pictures, or blog
Buy them a drink
And when you feel you have nothing to give
Remember the power in a simple smile
Or give the most powerful things of all
Your arms, a hug, your listening ears
Loving someone else
Feeds your love as well.