Hate

Some say that hatred and spite come only from jealousy. I see no logical truth from these words.

Hatred comes from the lack of feeling towards. It is one side of the line that apathy walks on, it borders love. But that does not mean that line between them is thin, for there is a great divide between love and hate that can be narrowed upon the will of the mind, but nevertheless stays strong and thick as it separates the spectrum of emotion. It can be like a sunflower, whose roots are far from its face, or like a rose, whose beauty is so near to its thorns.

Apathy is safe, but devoid of life, for there is nothing to build upon, nothing to grow, nothing to feel. No opinion, no care,  no want to know, or want to continue. No want. However, once an opinion is formed from apathy, it sparks a fire of emotion to burn within one's mind and heart. Be that fire one that lights the old, abandoned thoughts to peel away so that new, positive feelings can grow. Or be it the fire that sets the flames of hatred to begin to seep into existence and send all other feelings fleeing in the smoke. Once a feeling begins, it will never truly stop, it will only lie, dormant and forgotten, until it is needed again.You never forget your first love. Nor your first hate.

Action causes hatred. Logic causes spite. Conclusion causes ties to be cut. And life causes one to walk forward and never look back upon those who try to drag you down into a distillment of your own hate.

One must be cautious to never allow such feelings to pull their strings and take control of the life one lives. But one must never discredit their feelings, either. To deny one's feelings is to deny oneself. To waiver from instinct is to deter from truth.

Whether it be hate or love.