Call me naive or idealistic, but I believe 80% of people (possibly more) have a good heart.  When I enlightened my life with positivity, I encountered some of the most benevolent and kindred souls.  These are people who I have met at church, or volunteer projects, or strangers off the streets.  Granted, someone would naturally discover good-natured people at two of these places, but I still believe in that high majority.  We may tarnish our hearts with corrupt desires such as greed or vanity, but underneath the grit and soot, our hearts persist to luster with gold.

However one hazard cannot be so easily cleaned.  Hatred.  Hatred permanently ruins that dazzling gleam.  I just cannot understand this concept.  Why do we fill ourselves with something so malicious?  Why do we go out of our way to hurt others? To not only make others feel dreadful but ourselves as well?

I’m not typing this up because I’ve been bullied recently.  No, just observations that piss me off.  Someone explain to me really, what is the motive to be hateful? Be it fear? jealousy? or just pure aversion? I want to know, because whatever it be, I doubt it’s anything more powerful or worthwhile than acceptance, love, and kindness.