love to hate or hate to love or just love and hate


I’m not quite sure what my purpose in life is, but I do think that we all have a purpose in life. Whether it is to be a friend to someone, save a life, enlighten a soul, influence the world, make a change, or just plain exist for the sake of inhabiting this earth, and doing whatever you do to make this world what it is today.

I was pondering this thought, and if someone were to answer with “I exist to love and be loved,” I wouldn’t laugh at them for being cliché or sappy. In fact, I would admire them.

I can’t say that this is what I feel my purpose is; perhaps it is because I haven’t lived long enough to even know what love is. But what I do know is that love is complex.
It is so multifaceted and has the ability to teleport you from one path in life to a completely new one. It has so many faces in the sense that it requires and often disguises as sacrifice, pain, joy, pleasure, excitement, patience, fear.

It is so dichotomous, so black and white, with one two perfectly equal yet completely opposite ends to its spectrum – and that is exactly what makes it so damn complex.

Love, like all emotions, is just a word that describes a feeling; however, feelings are so entirely subjective, that love to me may be nothing close to what love is to you.

Then you look at loves archenemy, loves polar opposite, loves contradiction: hate.

Hate is so one-dimensional. Hate doesn’t have the ability to transport you; rather it has the ability to stagger you in your path, or artificially and temporarily transport you. It only exists to bring the instantaneous effect of pleasure…or love for that matter.

It is just dying to be love.

Its desire to be love is exactly what brings about its only one other face, and that is jealousy. It only exists because jealousy exists. Perhaps if jealousy were to disappear, hate too would die.

Maybe this simplicity of hate is what makes it so easy to hate and so hard to love.
Maybe if this world learned to love and embrace being loved, instead of fearing it, then maybe, just maybe, there would be less pain.

I don’t really know why I just wrote this. I don’t think of myself as much of a hater, but I don’t think of myself as much of a lover either.
I mean, I like to think of myself as lover of all and to all, (and no I don’t mean I’ve been around the block :P) but really I stand neutral – right in the middle of the two enemies on a battlefield which has existed since the dawn of time.

What I find most interesting though, is love would never exist without hate. It needs hate, or else it wouldn’t be love. It would be indifference, or I don’t know, something else, but not love.
What is indifference any way? I hear people use this word, but I’m not quite sure what it means. Passive? Neither this or that? Neutral?

hahahaha I don’t know why but this made me laugh. So cute, yet so sad. Poor Gilbert.

Hmm… this world is so strange.

We live in place full of contradictions. Everything has something that opposes it. Life/Death, Black/White, Salt/Pepper, Love/Hate, Good/Bad, Man/Woman, Top/Bottom, This/That, You/Me.

I read this somewhere, but I forget where: polar opposites are inseparable; they’re like two faces of a coin, two ends of a stick; they absolutely cannot live without each other.

Anyway, I am actually in the middle of studying for my Biomechanics midterm, which is on Monday, so I better go. I know I have been seriously M.I.A, I have so much I cant wait to share with you (health and wellness related, and not nonsense related like the above)

I’ll be back full throttle as soon as exams simmer. I’m done for the semester on April 13, so WOOHOO! Lots and LOTS of free time to just reeeelaxxxxxxxx and BLOG!

Lots of LOVE and no hate hehe

hehe cute

xoxo

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