Loving Your Neighbor

I have really weird, random, quirky thoughts oftentimes. One of my thoughts the other day was simply... why is there hate? What purpose does it serve really?

If we all were to adhere to the Golden Rule of treating others how you want to be treated and the commandment of love thy neighbor, why is there so much hate in the world? Why is there so much selfishness, so much prejudice, and so much anger. Why are we so quick to judge others when we do not wish to be so quickly judge ourselves? We've all been guilty of it and for some reason, we always seem to think we're better in some convoluted line of reasoning. If we are supposed love our neighbors then there would be no reason for all these divisions that we have amongst ourselves as people and yet we all subdivide ourselves within these racial, religious, and social lines.

However I do recognize that without hate, without fear, without sadness, that there cannot be love, hope, and happiness. It is as if one cannot exist without the other. There always has to be that balance and with that there cannot be recognition of the highs without knowing the lows. The happiest people I know are the ones who have been through so much in their lives, and perhaps because so, they appreciate everything that they do have and always have a smile on their face.

We learn to love from our parents. I think that perhaps that we can afford to love each other a little bit more. Maybe that will make the world that bit better of a place.