hate - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
I transform hate into the positive side of emotional indifference. Otherwise it is a poison to the self and others. I'm not going to love anyone that went out of their way to harm me, but I can see why they did what they did and hope they learn and do better in the future - one far, far, away from me.
The extremist lives in a bubble, a delusion, that takes what is a fragile and weak ego and creates a fantasy world in which they are important or strong. Thus their Achilles heal is to take apart this twisted and sick alternative reality. First, the idea that others want what they want, or are secretly hiding hate, or would follow them if the other options were removed... this needs debunking. Secondly, other options for building real self esteem and an actually strong ego need to be put into motion, otherwise they will seek the "Bonnie and Clyde" exit strategy. They need to see that even if they were the last asshole standing the "sheeple" (as they see it) still would reject them - but - if they do "xyz" then they can gain true acceptance and join the "herd" instead. Countering extremists is not carrot and stick, it is cold water and a warm towel.
Same part of the brain processes love and hate, it is a train that can either go forwards in reverse. This is why those whom love often fall to hating. If they processed it all better there is a good chance they could part on good terms, to genuinely wish one another well.
People who hate get off on the brain chemicals of hate. They are addicts. They find groups to hate and encourage others to do the same. That they have no clue that they are addicts or that their brains are making up stories to justify and accelerate their addictions. The haters believe their own bullshit and look for "evidence" to support it. This results in a binary world where truth and love become ever more elusive.
To hate is often a failure to see alternative perspectives and imagine the emotional realities of others.
I hate you and I wish you all the best for your future. I see it all from your perspective, how you got into those frames of mind, felt enough callousness and ice to hurt me the way you did. I can imagine myself in your shoes as you tossed me overboard and watched me drown. I have no idea if that is forgiveness or not, but it's my final destination in the story of what we were. The path ahead calls of my mission, of duty, of adventures, challenges, joys and pains. It was always my path and never yours - it just took a fork in the road to show us that truth.
Hate, my friend, is the devil's path, and we shall leave its ash-strewn surface without a single footprint. Always the temptation to walk it is a platter of logical and compelling reasons, ones that boost the ego and frame false-heroes. There is no prize worth the corruption of your soul; hate brings only pain and the cycles of destruction upon us all.
I wasn't a hero until you came after my baby girl. Then it was war. You crossed the line and I don't forget. I won't rest until you're beaten - and I don't mean just beaten down. I mean dead. There isn't a place you can hide, I will find you, destroy you. I don't much care how it happens, I don't need you to suffer, I just need your cold black eyes extinguished from this universe. You may think it an overreaction, but you underestimated how much I love her. Don't think I'll play by "the rules" either, love allows us to exterminate vermin that attack children. I'm coming. Just know it.
Your hatred of me is nothing but a transformation of your shame and insecurities... it is all you hate about yourself yet lack the courage to face. It is far easier to lose yourself in the theatrics of your mind, casting yourself as victim and leading lady, than it is to swallow even an ounce of truth. All you do is beat down a person who's already had more than their soul can take several times over. I ask you to find your own way out of your hatred, to see me for who I really am under the ever changing illusions conjured by your own mind.
"David, it is easier to hate than to face our loss. It is easier to follow distractions than to see the pure spark we held become ashes. I choose to walk through this grief with love intact, because on the other side remains our salvation, true forgiveness. All roads will lead onward, never back, branching out into the future. None can be seen more than one step at a time; love is the only sign post, the only way home."