If someone were to do something utterly vile to a dear loved one, our natural reaction would be to take out the same action upon them, right? We become so full of hate and violence, which makes us no better than the perpetrator. But we have to think about what caused them to do something like that. The person must have had so much hate upon them sometime in their life, something or someone must have taught them to hate the way they do. Another force would have to drive them to do something so evil. We have to think about the hate.
Sorrow.
Pity.
The unimportance that lies inside of them. The anger. The hate.
Hate.
Hate.
The hate they must endure every day. It's a sickness. An evil sickness, until we live to forgive and forget. The hate will never stop. The victim or victim(s) family fills up with this hate and then there they go free as a dove to pass it on to someone else. Just like a virus. There is no cure. The hate goes from one person to another and it won't stop until we all can make our heart bigger than it was made and forgive. It will be ever so hard, but it has to be the only way.
So a little girl gets raped and her father kills the man who was responsible out of anger and redemption. And so the father then lives the rest of his life in hate. The people who loved the rapist kill the father, and then there they go filled with hate. The people who loved the father and the raped girl begin to hate and stress and take their anger out on others, as do those who loved the rapist. The hate never stops. It will only spread and fly like an incurable cancer. It will spread until one of these people stop and look in the mirror, realizing nothing they will do will change the past. Nothing they will do will make them feel better or take away the pain and sorrow and regret of which fills every appendage of their bodies. Nothing!
Who decides when the hate ends and a new life begins? It is up to each and every one of us to stop this hate every day. To stop and forget about what the hell we are angry about and why the hell we hate so much.
L.L. Pierce
