Assumption and judgement, what a pair. You could say that I consider them ugly cousins. These are a couple of darknesses that seep out of so many of us. I’d be curious to corral 1,000 random people of the world and inquire of them what their own personal definition of hate is. I’d imagine that a handful of them would give me such deep answers or perspectives from intriguing angles to the point of giving me goosebumps. That would be such a highlight. Though, I’d also imagine most people giving me their definition and then witnessing a glimmer of false pride in their eyes as if no such thing seeps from them in the least.
Hearing me say that people shouldn’t look at being wrong as a bad thing might make some people raise an eyebrow, but I hope the lot of you would agree. Being wrong translates into you having the option to wipe your slate clean. Wiping the slate clean doesn’t have to be this wildly life-changing event. We should be and can be willing to wipe our slates clean repeatedly in numerous compartments of our lives. You can’t build a building by just setting one fully built down on level ground, it has to be built brick by brick. It makes me wonder why such a simple idea is surpassed as often as it is.
Hate is usually in the smallest actions, the shortest sentences. A few of those a day from millions of people, and what do you have? The source of humanity’s decay. There will never be any peace in this world unless you search within yourself, yank all those nasty hidden leeches out of you and burn them with your passion and determination. No, not hand them on over to your enemies, burn them. People that have been eaten away to a greater extent need even further consideration, even further reflection.