Why hate? Why put so much energy into something so negative? I do not understand mankind at times. To hate is to show you care, but why not show you care in a positive light; a way that will better yourself and literally set yourself free from anger. Anger is being held hostage to awful feelings that are consuming your liberty. I truly do not feel that I have ever hated anyone. I am no saint… nothing close to the kind. But I care a lot about humanity and I feel that we are all so alike in so many ways, what is the point of hate?
Is there such thing as genuine trust and compassion anymore? If someone says that they respect and care for me, then why do they leave when things get complicated? I’ve never understood that concept; I’ve never given up on people that have mattered to me. I’d like to think that I am important enough to not be ignored, misheard, pushed away; but yet, I’ve been forced to let go because it has happened.
Some say I care too much; but what does that mean? I’d rather care about people than not give a rat’s ass and feel nothing. I’d rather hurt than be numb. But overall, I’d rather be happy and feel the joy of others.
I truly feel that others have tried to bring me down so many times: walked all over me, showed me that my opinion is non-existent to them, been taken advantage of, been tested beyond measures, and been completely ignored; in the end, it doesn’t matter, because I still feel the same. I feel that if I have ever cared about you before, I will always care about you. If I’ve ever felt love for you, that love will never turn into hate. How can the greatest emotion of all turn so ugly? For me, it is impossible.
It may hurt to disconnect, move on, and live my life, but in the end, I’ll always be there because I genuinely cared. I cannot live on in the stress of anger because for what purpose does it serve to be mad for the amount of energy and detachment of my character?
I will always forgive. I may not forget what has been done to me, but I will move on with kindness in my heart, and cherish the times that were true to me and made me care. For that is what life is all about: people and love. Without either, there is no happiness… I will remember the goodness in everyone; why can it not be reality?
– Tia D. O’Grady