LOVE/Hate

Who is more foolish, the child afraid of the dark or the man afraid of the light? ~Maurice Freehill
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Hate is such an ugly word. When someone says, “Do you hate mashed potatoes?” I can’t honestly give them the answer of  “Yes, I hate them.” Because I only dislike them, I don’t hate them and have been known to even nibble on them a bit. But hate? No, I don’t hate. Ever had ketchup on them? Now THAT can turn hate into love, real easy.

Love...so hard to find in a world full of hate. If I weigh the pros and cons of love/hate, love wins hands down. In my world, I dig and dig to see love and beauty everywhere, but an ounce of hate tries to strangle my lovely thoughts and some days it wins, and then I get disgusted with people, shut them out and enjoy all the love and beauty I find wrapped around my house and garden.

By shutting them out, I am releasing them from my psyche. I can not let the hate mongers of the world seep into my veins. Like rain rolling down a trees leaf, it falls to the ground and saturates the ground. I want to be the leaf, and let it roll, but with that, the hate seeps into the soil of the earth, permeates the soil, and takes over the world, little by little.

I dislike a lot of things but then, I think that is only natural. Dislike and hate are two different things totally. With disliking something, you leave the door open to the possibilities of change. Whereas when you hate something, I think your closing that door and putting a pretty strong bolt and lock on it.

I dislike people who abuse the scripture for their own self righteous gain of something. I dislike people who think they can manipulate people into believing something that isn’t true. But I LOVE sharing the scripture with no agenda in mind, just putting it out there for someone to grab hold of like a loving blanket from childhood. I LOVE giving people the benefit of the doubt, but I don’t love being taken advantage of, and I find, the good natured ones are always the first to be targets for the wolves traipsing through the fields.

With writing. I have a love/ love relationship. Again, hate is such an ugly word. I love the healing writing brings to my world, I love the nurturing that writing soothes my soul with. I love that I can create, in my mind, a world of love and no one can destroy it except the antagonist that I myself can create and place where I want, and do what I want with him.

Do I leave the door open for him to change? My antagonist is a pretty ugly character. Do I slaughter him finger for finger, toe for toe? Or do I salvage his ill begotten soul?

Again... I see the blood dripping on the page. Now all I have to do is bleach the page so that the Light shines through and there is no room for HATE!

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There are two ways of spreading light; to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it. ~Edith Wharton