Hate according to Merriam-Webster’s definitions is, “extreme dislike or disgust.”
Love according to Merriam-Webster’s definitions is, “strong affection for another arising out of kinship or personal ties.”
For me, love is much more and cannot be defined.
I have to love you to hate you unless it is food, I hate liver and onions. But to hate a person, I don’t have the energy for that.
I have tons of energy for love.
Let me make it clear, I’m not riding a high horse, I’ve fallen off too many times, and I’m not that good of a person. There are a few people I don’t like, or I don’t care to be around.
I don’t hate anyone.
Life is short, and I turned fifty not too long ago. If we don’t get along, I don’t feel the need to play nice in the sand anymore and I don’t feel the need to pretend.
I don’t wish harm on anyone – well, except for the obvious, pedophiles, and child and animal abusers.
I wish good for all the people I know, even if we don’t talk.
My grandma once told me, you don’t have to like everyone, and you don’t have to pretend you like them either. She was a private woman and seemed cold to some, but you knew if she loved you.
So, if I don’t talk to you, it doesn’t mean I hate you. I just “don’t wanna” anymore.
I know all about this! I don’t have the ability to hate, but am the type of person who would like to bring everyone together and sing Kumbaya around a campfire. Life is too short to waste it on toxic people or to create drama. Better to walk away from the campfire but always make a s’more before you go. – Ancient Wild Rider proverb 😂