Isn't strange how alive we feel when we are in love? It's a dangerous place. It's a world in which you are vulnerable. I look back on words I wrote as a boy. An innocent boy with a mind for love clean and pure like a untouched glittering star in the night sky. I recall laying in bed listening to music in a bunk bed as an only child. I was ripe for the picking, waiting to be plucked. Enter love.
Love... what is love? Ask a hundred people and you'll be buried in confusion. It is like asking people to define what God is to them. The world we live in is so self-absorbed that defining love isn't worth the wasted breath invested in speaking those words. It's better to express it through actions or states of being.
But one thing we can all agree on. There is a fine line between love and hate.
How can that be? If what I wrote above is true, then the answers come easy. So many of us don't know what love is. We don't know how to love. We don't know any other love than self love. So many of us make love what want it to be for our-self. We put demands on others we wouldn't expect from our self. So when we don't get what we want the way we want it, we can be self-righteous and attack the very thing we desired. It can be as simple as a means to combat rejection or as complicated as giving up on yourself.
Either way you shift the blame of your own failure towards the one you once desired. It's why little girls in elementary school talk nasty about little boys that don't like them. It's why men who are lazy and won't work for love hit their women the don't know enough to cherish.
But these are not the only examples of love turning to hate.
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