Going in a fabia, over a flyover, looking out, I saw the reflection of my red car in a glass paneled building. That was when I was in the deepest level of thoughts. Very disoriented and spaced out from reality, I was wondering for no real reason what is hatred.
I realize that a car and a stranger to steer is the perfect formula for my philosophical inner self to break dance.
Coming back to hatred, I started to think of things I hate, which I wouldn't wanna mention of obvious reasons (No, you are not in the list).
But every single thing kept me spiraling down to its basis. It was either fixation, negativity or horn effect(assuming a second situation will be bad because the first one was) and so forth.
Expectations also seem to turn to hatred when they are unfulfilled (wanting to kill the person you like because he/she didn't respond). Reminds of incidents seen in news?
Hating someone because he/she reminds of someone you hate and assuming this person will carry the same characteristic. Wow how illogical can we get. When we actually sit and think of things we hate, the reality presents itself in a funny way that most of these are senseless, baseless and really not worth that treatment.
If most of us are striving for a peaceful and happy life which I assume most of us want, unless you are some creep who yearns for a sad life, then it is important to stop our crazy mind right where it begins to bottle up. The cure for hatred could be early diagnosis and right treatment. You should start to stitch in the right time, just to save nine or may be nine hundred later.
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