Forget How to Hate

Once upon a time there was a young girl who loved. She loved and loved and loved, and that my friends was who she was. It was the very essence that made her her. She had been loved so she loved. 


This young girl she is me and she is you. We are born intrinsically loving, we are only taught to hate and to fear as we grow. 


I can remember a time of being freely fearless. Running rampant though my house as a child. I can remember the time before my life changed in a way I never saw coming. When my biggest worry was if my parents would let me have some ice cream. It was a simpler time, one I’m sure some of you also remember.


I can remember the exact moment the first time my heart was broken. Not long ago I would’ve said someone broke it, but I’ve come to understand it was circumstance that broke my heart. 


What if we were never taught fear or hate? The world would be so completely and wholly changed. If only we forgot how to hate. Forgot how to fear. 


It’s said and believed that light cannot exist without dark. Though that may be true, love exists without hate of that I’m sure. They do not co-exist not peacefully. If your soul is at odds with its self it may be time to let some hate go. Let it fly up and away like a ballon let go too soon. There are better things coming to those who let go of their hate. It won’t be some black hole sitting in your chest forever. I promise. 


I’ve been there and some days still am there. It gets better of that I’m convinced. Because what would the point possibly be if we were only meant to sit in our brokenness forever. I believe the answer to be that we aren’t. That would be useless, pointless, and life is many things before that. 




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