Defining Hate and its Remedy

To contemplate

the misunderstood word, "hate," Is to seriously have considered homicide. There is nothing simple about turning a man or woman who may have disliked people in the past into shedding his or her sense of morality and regard for human life to the point that they would willingly shed another's blood. Some of the ugliest acts of human history were as a result of hate. Mob violence comes close in mimicking the effect and war has a habit of breeding it but often not in a way that means the same thing.

It is true what they say about hate, that it is a form of love, a deadly form of love. It presents itself as a passion for causing pain and misery for another. Over time those amusements aren't enough and more aggressive forms of torture present themselves as necessary to satisfy the emotion that burns within the person like the passion one feels for a lover who is eminently good in bed. Finally nothing but blood will suffice.

Hate is addictive. It has a hold on the diseased heart as gripping the most salient forms of Methamphetamines. It rends at one's morality until anything in the name of satisfying the hate with in is justifiable. It can burn cold for long periods of time especially in the intelligent mind until the opportunity to act presents itself.

According to the law of attraction, a person possessed of hate will always find an opportunity. The moment will dawn on the afflicted person like a revelation and the series of events leading up to the ultimate in revenge will break upon them like a path made manifest when the moon breaks out of a cloud bank at midnight. At that point, everything that would seem wrong to a rational person will appear as right and fitting. The final act will feel like an orgasm that will rack the entire body with pleasure without measure.

If these were the only symptoms, perhaps it would pass for a thirst for Justice and nothing more. The problem with hate is that unlike prejudice, or paranoia of any kind that drives things like racism, sexism and the like, hate once the object of its focus is destroyed doesn't go away. It seeks a new target. It must have blood. It dements the mind into a state of hunger that doesn't immediately have a cuisine to consider as a replacement for the dish that was just devoured.

The easiest road to hate usually comes through feeling betrayed by one you loved; the greater the personal betrayal is, the more intense the passion becomes within you that feeds on your memories until hate has set in.

Is this malady of the heart without a prognosis of recovery or prescription for therapy? It has a cure that must start with a sense of regret and remorse. The person has to be able to look at themselves and realize that hate has been to them as a succubus who has fed on their life force until they are only a dark shadow of the person they were before. Service helps as well as filling the void that uprooted hate causes in the heart.

The only aspect of hate that I have never seen entirely go away are the marks and scars that it leaves behind once it has been cured from the heart. You never forget what it felt like and often get slightly offended when people bandy about the word as though it were some insult that is ultimate in its design to manipulate the person you toss it at. The words, "I hate you," stings in the ears of one who has been afflicted and cured. It isn't because their heart hasn't changed but rather it is the knowledge that hate isn't a game. It isn't an insult. It isn't a healthy way of being. Recovered drug addicts often are the most passionate about staying sober. Recovering Hate addicts usually are the most understanding of real afflictions of the heart and least tolerant of those who don't respect the seriousness of the problem.

I had a problem and was inflicted with hate at one time. I had multiple chances to exact what I saw as justice at the time. I am grateful to my Father in Heaven that it never seemed the right time. Something kept putting me off until such a time as I was given a way out. A woman who taught at my school took a genuine interest in me. She saw that I was troubled. She also correctly guessed that my largest problem was that I didn't have a safe place. She then went about providing a safe place when it went above and beyond her job description and even before I was technically her student or taking any classes from her. Her love and consideration helped me feel the remorse and countered the poison that hate had leached into my system and by extension helped me see and work on the aspects of my heart that I needed to change in order to recover. I am grateful to her for that.

Today I have a wife and two kids who love me and to whom I am able to show love to in return. I still don't like hearing people use the word Hate when they don't mean it. I am even more troubled when I can feel that a person is starting to use the word correctly. I provide this definition and explanation as a warning and a help for those who can see it in others around them.

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