Hate makes me sad.
As I have aged, I have discovered an awful thing. Hate never goes away. Anger and hurt and meanness and hate are always lurking, waiting to bring the content and the happy over to their side. I've lived in big cities, medium cities, and currently live in a very small, lovely town. Hate is here. Meanness is here, in this gorgeous, quaint, beloved town. Why is this? Why do some people refuse to let go of their sad, soul-sucking hatred?
Can't they see what we see?
Don't they understand that hatred will never, ever lead to happiness or contentedness or wholeness?
Hate leads to hate. Unhappiness leads to unhappiness. Meanness leads to meanness. You will never have a light, happy heart if you have crushed someone else's. You will never be content in your job if you have hatefully grabbed it away from another. You will never trust and truly love your 'friends' if you have won them over with falsehoods and hateful behavior.
I truly do not understand the anger and malevolence that flows through some people's veins. I don't understand what it is to hang on to every perceived slight. I want to be happy. I want my family and friends and acquaintances to live full, happy, content lives. Heck, I even want people I don't personally like to be happy. Why not? Happier people equals a better world for my kids to live in. Years ago, I could hold a grudge like a champ. That was then . . . way back then. This is now. Now, I let them go. I wish the best for pretty much everyone around me. Don't get me wrong. Some people I absolutely wish the best for in the same breath as I wish they would take their best elsewhere, but I pray for them and I want goodness in their lives. Because, guess what? They are me and I am them and we are both just shmucks trying to make the best of our lives in this scary and often sad world we live in.
Time spent unearthing and spreading ugliness about others is time NOT spent sharing love and light to those around you. When I see people I care about caught up in hatefulness and grudge-holding, it literally makes my heart hurt. I worry about them, I worry about those around them hearing the seemingly unending ugliness being thrown out, and I worry about my children and the world we are sending them out into.
So, for all you haters out there . . . do me and the rest of the lovers a favor. Let it go. Drop it. Find thine enemy and give them a hug. I dare you. I bet your heart will immediately feel lighter, freer, happier. Because THAT is doing the right thing.
End the hate. Spread love.