Hatred (Viewer Discretion Advised)

My original idea in creating a blog was to document the "spiritual journey" I was prepared to undertake. I have made many enemies and lost many friends in my lifetime--never from my own fault, but it still happened--and I wanted to rekindle these lost friendships. "Building Bridges" is what I planned on titling that blog--a fitting name to describe the opposing "burning bridges" I have been doing previously. I would revive slaughtered ties between myself and my enemies. One by one, gradually growing closer to the one I hate. But before I could rebuild a relationship from its ashes, I had to consider the meaning of "hate"--a word often thrown around in these kinds of situations. What is hate? Simply put, the opposite of love. Love is emotional...mental...physical. And I don't mean sexually. Most of you think you know what love is--whether or not you actually do doesn't concern me. But most importantly, after the emotional descriptions of love, its primary characteristic is that it is unconditional. Unconditional love is the only real love.

And so if hate is the opposite of love, then true hate must be emotional, mental, and physical. But most importantly, it must be unconditional. When one truly hates someone, he feels it deeply.

When in the presence of the object of his hatred, he feels angry and irritated. This person could be in a state of pure benevolence, but he still loathes it. The sound of it's voice, the simple sight of it's image, every one of its movement, gestures, expressions, ideas, words everything... everything makes him angry. Everything makes him irritated, makes his blood boil. Everything about this object of his hatred depresses him and makes him wish he could cut it out of his life forever and wish he could never have known it.

He takes joy in its misery. He senses triumph when it cries--when he makes it cry--or even better, when delivers a blow so harsh, it freezes pitifully, pathetic, fighting with all its might to restrain the expression of its internal torture. It looks down. But its not enough. He gets angry that it isn't retorting. Why would it give up that easily? He can't keep fighting if it doesn't fight back. Everything even its submission to his vicious tongue angers him. Nothing it does, nothing it can do can cure his hatred. Ever...
It crossed that line long ago... This hate is unconditional. It is undying. The object could beg...apologize...die. The hatred never leaves. Perhaps after many many years, after the object has been cut out of his life for a very long time, he will grow numb to the hate. Its not gone, just numbed.

This word, "hate" is tossed around too often in our lives. We use it to describe clothes, vegetables, and ex-girlfriends. But very few people have actually experienced the true gravity of hatred.

Hate is much rarer than love. People look for love. No one wants hate.
Whether the the subject or the object of hatred, it is a disease. An unconditional, undying disease that tortures both ends of the relationship. Cursed forever.