Talk about hate?
"Hate" is a very loose concept.
You can hate berries with all your heart, but love jam. What's the point then?
What does hate mean to me? For me, this means only one thing, a complete rejection of something. For example, I hate myself, from my fingertips to the thoughts in my head. I do not understand people who adore themselves, in society talk about hatred of their body. It's crazy to hear this from a girl who spend hours looking at herself in the mirror, just to see another beauty of her body.
I hate myself, but in society I talk about self-love. It often works like this, how often many of us completely disappear in lies, leaving only the canvas painted by our history, and what if you remove all this paint, all this falsehood, what will remain?
If you remove the layer of multi-colored lies from me, then only a small white sheet will remain, torn at the edges. Ugly and confused, who needs such a truth if there is a beautiful lie?
Who needs our complexes, our problems? Nobody ...
Perhaps, on this planet there are still those very small sparklers that can light other people, I sincerely believe that every oppressed person will find his own sparkler.
And so hate.
This feeling can arise only in an inferior person. Would a person who is happy to be born that way, happy to live here and now, hate anything? No! It is nonsense.
How can such a small and pitiful feeling arise in a full-fledged person? Brad, in the assembled puzzle there is no room for an extra detail. Only those who have lost a part of themselves are trying to cram into themselves this superfluous, inappropriate detail that pops up every time a person experiences fear. Fear of inferiority.
A person gains hatred due to trauma, how often have you thought about what that sociable guy, or that girl who laughs at any joke, went through. You don’t know anything .. Just like I don’t know when you read this, under what circumstances, what is happening around?
Hatred is pity, first of all for oneself.
You can hate berries with all your heart, but love jam. What's the point then?
What does hate mean to me? For me, this means only one thing, a complete rejection of something. For example, I hate myself, from my fingertips to the thoughts in my head. I do not understand people who adore themselves, in society talk about hatred of their body. It's crazy to hear this from a girl who spend hours looking at herself in the mirror, just to see another beauty of her body.
I hate myself, but in society I talk about self-love. It often works like this, how often many of us completely disappear in lies, leaving only the canvas painted by our history, and what if you remove all this paint, all this falsehood, what will remain?
If you remove the layer of multi-colored lies from me, then only a small white sheet will remain, torn at the edges. Ugly and confused, who needs such a truth if there is a beautiful lie?
Who needs our complexes, our problems? Nobody ...
Perhaps, on this planet there are still those very small sparklers that can light other people, I sincerely believe that every oppressed person will find his own sparkler.
And so hate.
This feeling can arise only in an inferior person. Would a person who is happy to be born that way, happy to live here and now, hate anything? No! It is nonsense.
How can such a small and pitiful feeling arise in a full-fledged person? Brad, in the assembled puzzle there is no room for an extra detail. Only those who have lost a part of themselves are trying to cram into themselves this superfluous, inappropriate detail that pops up every time a person experiences fear. Fear of inferiority.
A person gains hatred due to trauma, how often have you thought about what that sociable guy, or that girl who laughs at any joke, went through. You don’t know anything .. Just like I don’t know when you read this, under what circumstances, what is happening around?
Hatred is pity, first of all for oneself.
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