HATE has no place in polite society....

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Or in a crazy society either....

HATE is the ugliest of all four letter words... it spawns lies, wars, and gives us a reason to fear. I don't fear love, compassion, integrity, honesty... those are all emotions to embrace. But HATE, gives me pause. Makes me think. Hate is easily manipulated, it's breeds like rats and often feeds off its own young. Hate is deceitful, erratic, and low. Hate finds friends in dark hollow places. Hate is used to create fallacy.

Why hate? Is hate so important that you forget to learn the truth... is the fear so deep under your skin that you have turned pale and hollow? Is that how you want to live you life? Your gut must be green with puss and your heart is filled with a blackness that even you question.

I have every reason to hate. I chose not too...

To hate means that I have fallen backwards. That I have given into an emotion that grows and feeds without remorse. So I chose not to hate.

Because I am a better person for not giving into the rats.

Comments

Karen Webb said…
and that's why I invited you to do this...
February 16, 2009 at 11:17 PM
Anonymous said…
It always surprises me when I walk into a hate filled situation, like walking in dog poo.It s an insult to one self of cleanliness, then I get damn mad. How the hell could someone be so thoughtless not to keep their hate to themselves, to purposely, carelessly leave their hate where other people step in it and be smeared with it, ugh its disgusting, the hate that is.
February 17, 2009 at 10:38 AM
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