I Hate you By Mirza

                “We all need someone to hate. It is as good as needing someone to love. The need for an effigy is important to give color to the existence of a conviction. It contrast beliefs, it brings life to principle. It is to see that we are still in tact with what we believe in.”

                I remember the time when I said this, those were the times that I feel indignant about the world that failed me. Yes, I always say that hate, like love, sorrow, pain and any other positive and negative emotions are the most human of all attributes; this is perpetually true.

                There are a lot of people, living and dead, I loathe. From the not-so-comforting comfort zone of my community to the academic concrete, poisonous walls of my school, to the unjust society where I live, I do not run out of people and things to hate.

                Why do we hate anyway? First, we are done wrong. The very essence of injustice is being unfair; you were done wrong but you cannot reciprocate. It is true that justice is the most purge form of vengeance. Second, what we expect of others is not met. This attribute is the source of a failure of human emotion: altercation. Remember that conflict arises because we are trying to seek ourselves in other people; we want a part of us to be seen on others. We expect too much and when we do not see it, we are disappointed and disappointment presupposes hate. The third one, and a sickening one is we hate because we are told to hate. Anger in any form, purged of defiled, can be sawn like love. We adapt what other people tell us. If we are told how stupid someone is, we fall into the trap of feeling the same way without having the first-hand judgment.

                It is not wrong to hate; but only hate the wrong things. Anything you rendered negative, anything that compromises you or the people you love should be put in your blacklist. You hate sell-out because people who sell their conviction to quench someone else’s thirst make you throw up. But hate becomes something negative when, and only when, you wished for someone’e harm or death. This is never Nemesis anymore but pure clean MALICE.

            If we do the same filthy things, we become the effigy we are loathing, the image, the subjet of our scorn. Then, the eventuality is, we must, too, hate ourselves.

            Anger is never a poison if did not root; anger is never wrong if it is accompanied by a thirst for change. But anger becomes a double-edged sword if it starts to compromise.