Humans and their ridiculous feelings...

This is from my new story In The Mirror
It was originally a blog idea...pathetic, huh?
Well...I thought it belonged here...so yeah...
Not like anyone cares anyway.

Sometimes I wondered whether hate was the true opposite of love, if love even had an opposite. Sometimes I wasn’t even sure if love wasn’t made up, just something influenced by Disney, romance novels, and the rest of the world and their stupid media to keep up hope and avoid chaos. It’s for those stupid people without lives to find themselves something to live for, even if it is all eventually... for nothing.


I always thought hate was strange. Who hasn’t used the word hate once in their lifetime? I think everyone except the pure saints on earth and there aren’t many of those, if any. And possibly, even they have thought the word to themselves once or twice for whatever bias reason it may be. Did you even wonder if hate itself was also made up, something to keep our anger in check, something to channel it out? Maybe it’s something we all say and subconsciously mean and don’t mean at the same time. Why would we even express or tell someone we hate them if we really didn’t care how they felt about it? Isn’t that what hate is? To have anger, a grudge, depression, a dark feeling towards someone and yet you don’t care about them enough to hate them? …Then why even care to tell them in the first place? I think the source of all our hate is loneliness, a need for love, attention, want, envy, jealousy; the list goes on and on…. But all in all, hate is not the opposite of love, far from it.


At first I thought pain was the opposite of love. Imagine a four-year-old me, getting yelled out by one parent, comforted from the other. Pain contrasted with love. Yet, though I was comforted, all I truly wanted was for the pain to stop. For love to be all around me so I would never have to deal with the pain. But one can not know love without knowing its opposite, isn’t that right? But can it be truly labeled with our stupid language of meaningless words and statements? You can not appreciate love or you’ll take it for granted… without even meaning it. I think after watching a Sailor Moon movie when I was younger, I remember the main character saying that “you can’t appreciate the good times without the bad times” or something along those lines.


Then why is it, while in love, while you have love, anything associated with love that you also face pain? Is it really necessary? There are millions of ways to find ways to appreciate and live with your love…is the pain really necessary to prove it? It’s strange that pain cannot be the opposite of love for that main reason…it’s far too close just like hate. It’s like that song by Breaking Benjamin, amazing band, by the way. If you’ve ever heard their song Diary of Jane, There’s a line that goes “…There’s a fine line between love and hate…” It’s a true statement, proof that our ridiculous system of words can actually mean something once in a while…


Pain…isn’t the opposite of love, but part of it, a way on the path to the light. Sadly, I always get lost on it.