A Lover’s Essay on Hate
Posted on July 2, 2010
Hate is easy: If one thrives on hatred, should they set their mind on it, they could live perhaps the most content life of all. There is so much hate in the world, and it is on offer for all so that one could just reach out, as if into thin air, and grasp a collection of hate and eat it. There is a lot of love as well, sure, but most of the time, it’s not so easy to just reach out and grab – and for that reason, people tend to sway towards the former, not stretch that tired arm so far, not rise from their comfortable seated position, not even think twice about it, and just settle for hate. To get to love, one must pass hate. Most people, in their weak and sedated state, just stop at hate. It’s closer.
Hate is comfortable: Hate can be comfortable for the hater, but painful for the hated. Love can be painful for the lover and comfortable for the loved. It’s our charge as selfish humans, to enjoy hate and ignore love. To focus on our comfort and other’s pain. For, our own discomfort is far worse than another’s pain merely because of who owns what. Perception is reality especially in hate. Love can scare us, it can rock our thoughts and rattle our emotions. Hate gives us the illusion of control, because we think we understand it. Love confuses us, though it’s one of nature’s base values. There was love before there was hate. But hate has reigned longer than love.
Hate is what we know: And, alas, as our world’s history is so riddled with hateful people and hateful acts we seem used to it, and when those hateful people act out against other hateful people, and all the hate start to fly back and forth it feels as if it is right. As if its normal. Hate is our status quo. Hate is harvested. Hate is given away for free. Love is cherished and often kept close to one’s chest. Love is something we are told we have to work hard to find and work harder to keep. History books are filled with hateful battles, quarrels, arguments, fits and spats instigated and fought by hateful kings, soldiers, warriors, conquerers, armies and militias. We are taught hate as kids. We are given the option to find love as adults. Love requires compassion. Hate requires only ego. We are born with ego, but we must learn compassion.
>Hate grows, love shrinks: The world is getting worse. Hateful people breed hateful people. Loving people breed loving people and hateful people. Love grows within the lover, but shrinks within the world. Hate grows within the hater and grows within the world. Modern man is controlled by the masses. Modern man is comforted by large groups who think the same as him. Love is more powerful than hate. But love is outnumbered by hate. When the masses hate, the masses grow. Love is born in the universe and grows into the man. Hate is born in the man and grows out into the universe.
Hate doesn’t stand a chance: Haters are more passive than active. Lovers are more active than passive. Love is worth dying for. Hate is not. The small armies of love will march longer and further than the massive armies of hate. The world’s lovers are aware of the world’s haters. The world’s haters are unaware of the world’s lovers. Lovers spread love. Haters spread hate. But, lovers spread actively while haters spread passively. Love is right. Hate is wrong. Basic principles in this world are upheld by physics. Yes, the dusk of hate is dark and long, but the dawn of love is brighter and longer. A hater’s hate is no match for a lover’s love. For even in death a lover’s love lives on when the hater’s hate turns to ash.
Post script on love: I wouldn’t dare voice an opinion on something that wasn’t entirely subjective. Love knows no rules, has no authorities, protectors or enforcers. Therefore I am free to write and speak all I wish about Love, and only, perhaps, suffer the general critiques that many, if not all, of my writings are subject to – but, alas, no one can really say I am wrong about Love. You can however say I am wrong about hate, but chances are, you are an optimist.∗
Originally published in Thought Catalog
what wise words from a young person. You must have an old soul!
thanks for the compliment! it means a lot. I am certain I have an old soul floating about within me, and it deserves all the credit for these sorts of posts, I can assure you.
thanks for reading!
I read in you the dark intensity of someone who would rather shoot a moose than go dancing. Nice piece
Hah! Amazing observation, Morgan. You are probably right. May I have permission to use your description on my tombstone?
“Here lies Jeff Campagna: a sorry old bastard that would rather shoot a moose than go dancing” has a certain ring to it. 🙂
Actually, outlook Jeff would rather sit down with a bottle of nice run and a Cuban cigar than go shoot a moose.
Well, well, well… think both, love & hate, are overvalued lately….
On the other hand I’m sure nobody’s comfortable having feelings of hate., they kill you, they hurt (may be as much as love, haha!)
And.. what about freedom ?, I think that the subject is more a matter of freedom of choice than if we love or we hate. But of course, I might be wrong..
Thanks for this essay, good to think about this issues.
(and please, sorry for my bad English, I hope you have understood what I wanted to say 😉
Very nice essay Jeff, sure made me think. I think I’m both a lover and a hater. I love people and nature, I hate politics and religion. I think I need to spend more time on the love part and lead time hating.