what makes us hate?

I often wonder why do we hate? What makes us to drift apart so much when once we claim to be so much into for each other? What it is in us that gives us these feelings of bitterness, frustration, hatred and venom towards each other? Why do we become so painful till it exhaust other’s presence to the point of fading away? I often wonder- why do we become so estranged in the face of pure human relations? When we tend to spend so much time together, from crying to laughing, playing to just being one’s self.

Truth is that nowadays we suffer from lack of empathy, severe shortage of sincerity, and almost zero level of tolerance for each other— we suffer from lack of motivation to stay with each other, inconsiderate attitude towards our own parts of self — we have almost become as inhumane as it can possibly get. There is nowhere and absolutely a serious void of pure warmth left in relations, in interactions— lack of truthfulness, lack of commitments, and of course loyality.

We suffer from all these attributes for which makes us all ignorant, indifferent and abolustely unforgiveable for each others. I find it sad but sadness doesn’t go well with nowadays world in order to keep moving— one can’t carry sadness, one can’t feel- we are not allowed, if we have to gain and achieve something in life..

It hurts us, deep down- it affect us all but we insure we don’t keep this in mind so to move ahead. In times of our alone and vain, we feel and we remember- our sadness, our miseries, our hurting manners- our painful existences…we remember all, but too forgetful. In spite of getting so hurt, we insure we don’t feel— we don’t cry— we stay remote, we stay cold, and we stay as indifferent as we can become…

What hurts us and what doesn’t— our potential to hate others ‘for things they did’ in our court-in our self-patronising moments; we hate to the level our self gets satiated in keeping agonising lava of fire within us that we use to hate who once were ‘our loved-ones’— it doesn’t matter, nothing in life matters anything to alter your mind, your heart, your soul— but we do, all of us— not knowing, not deliberate; yet it keeps us painful as one possibly feel..but it stay void, empty —with utmost amount of loneliness.

It is known people who love the best are the one’s who hate the most also. People who are most sensitive to things, people often find themselves in position to become indifferent, remote and cold— another concept is mind become too mindful to love; to care, to see, to forgive— it rather accepts to adrift, wonder and sole. Even behind all this, they care to care and to be cared. But the very idea stay loatheful towards them.

Perhaps we tend to hate the feelings we felt since we lose it—people, relations, even our s0-called relations; whom we share so much— we tend to remember it, our sounds, our voices, out true souls— our caves of emotions and truthfulness— we feel it, we all feel it— but we care not to care, we chose it ourself in order to grow and move ahead.

In all cases, we become insensitive and indifferent to the people whom we once longed to stay.. We destroy our hopes, our minds, our carassing souls — we thrive to be revived but we lose it.