Love. Hate. Love

Why do we hate?

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I may be na├»ve… a dreamer… But is it too much to wish for peace and wonder why we love to hate?

 

 

I know we’re all different.

 

Some of us academically inclined; while others, athletically.
Some of us taller than most; while some, shorter than most.
Some of us quiet; while some simply love to talk.

Some craving nothing but a hot coffee and a book in a cozy bed; while some outdoorsy others prefer nothing but to backpack or go on a nice long hike.

 

Some of us dreamers, fantasising a utopian world and happier people; while some others simply love to hate.

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Why do we love to hate?

 

Why do we love to hate so much?!

 

Why can’t we simply just BE?

 

So your neighbour, a former Catholic, is now in a happy relationship with his gay partner, planning a wedding and parenthood, wears hipster clothing, listens to the blues, drives an old pick up truck, and is African-Asian.

So what?

 
So what?!
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Why do we hate?

 

 

 

Why do we love to hate?

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Good people, Bad people.

Sometimes I wonder, “Am I good people or not?”

I know I’ve done and said some things that are not good. But do they define me? Do they make me a bad person?

…And then I find my answer in the overwhelming guilt that I feel any time I make the littlest blunders.

I am Good People.