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All my life, I was taught to love. I was introduced to doing good to none threatening people, at the least. To respect God even if I don’t worship or believe in Him. Love is the essence of my creed. Due to this, my belief is hate never wins. I think I’m more content than anyone who has to hate. I go even further and extend kindness to unkind people. I don’t have time to remember a grudge. As such, I forgive people for wrongdoing. Mine is simple, as long as the person doesn’t put their hands on me or someone I care about, we’re good! And even in self-defense or while protecting my loved one, I don’t hate.
They can hate. It’s their heart, not mine, so I don’t give a fuck… touch me, and I’ll destroy everything they hold dear.”
They can hate. It’s their heart, not mine. I don’t give a fuck… touch me, and I’ll destroy everything they hold dear. My mercy has limits! In place of that last sentence tho, I could turn the other cheek. Love does not make me soft, nor does hate make you strong! Whether they’re the biggest hater on the planet, they love something or someone. Love is an unavoidable emotion, but hate is useless. It’s an emotion for losers, failures, weak cry babies, or envious people who cannot overcome the disappointment of defeat. Many people wonder how I became this successful. That’s my secret. I do not dwell on jealousy or hatred.
When I moved to Canada, I happened to thrive in Southern Ontario. My most immediate shock was the openness some people had toward their hatred. I understand those who embrace hate out here see it as a right. They don’t have the slightest care if this is the worst emotion. One would think it’s because of witchcraft, but white witchcraft thrives on love and light. I don’t see black witchcraft being a prevalent religion here. I met many people who hate seeing the cross or mentioning the name of Jesus. I wondered if they knew that compared to hatred, even pedophilia takes second place. That was my culture shock.
…I knew proudly harboring that emotion was a walking glob of gasoline to me,
all I had to do was toss fire and watch them burn.”
I felt terrible for Christians in the community since everyone expects them to be perfect or they’re “hypocrites.” The same happens in some parts of the States. I heard every discouraging remark or comment. I also used it to my advantage as I resisted the negative aura of stress, selfishness, and open disrespect for God and religion. I knew hate would never win. I also knew that it burns. Anyone I knew proudly harboring that emotion was a walking glob of gasoline to me. All I had to do was toss fire and watch them burn. That’s the other thing. Looking at the weakness of the strong like do they even know?
I laughed, watching the hatefulness around me and how it consumed some people so much I could feel stress pouring out of their pores. I began to pity them, thinking maybe someone like the teachers had never reached them. They never had someone to show them the light, but now it’s too late because they’re accustomed to the darkness. The country is cold for at least nine out of twelve months. The sky is often grey, snow and rain, and the cost of living is higher. There is an exceeding amount of self-pride. The hatred forces them to complain incessantly. I’ve survived hate by forgiving and moving on. *
