Hatred is often seen as an inferior emotion, something lesser than love. Supposedly, it is detrimental too magical work. Many people would say that, and I would have too disagree with them.
Ever since I began my path, Hate has played a part in it, its role, to keep me moving, keeping me working. Those who deny its strength, have no sense of power. I do not deny love being the more powerful between the two, yet I do not fully see them as opposites or as comparable forces. Within hatred, you bring to fore the conquering urges, that which brings you victory. It is raw power, something that stirs up inside of you and shakes you, forcing you, dominating you, purifying and if great enough, driving you. It is a tool, like every other emotion, to be sharpened and honed until it is strong enough and mastered. It is difficult too control, and would be comparable to a muzzled attack dog, dragging on its leash. However, when focused upon the self, it becomes a most powerful source of inspiration that can lead too feats you would be incapable off without.
Hatred, accompanies love at all times. If one opposes something you love, you will strike out at it, even the most timid will protect what he truly loves. Therefore, when one falls to weakness, becomes redundant, unable too succeed, he must learn too hate himself, to love his strength and despise his inability. Within this cage of wrath, the weakness is burned away, hurting and torturing the owner, yet also purifying him of his pathetic state.
Life isn’t easy, we have too suffer. Nearly all problems (Nearly because, some things cannot be helped such as illness at birth) are caused by us, either by inability to deal with the problem, a lack of action/intelligence/desire or even the presence of one of these three things, mistakes are made and people are taught too get over it, not too feel guilty.
This is right, in some cases. However at others, it is our responsibility to realize that we could of changed this, too take that responsibility and change yourself with it, acknowledging the failure and cutting deep with hatred into yourself until you realize how truly weak you are, how pitiful is your existence? that you are barely worthy of anything, and with this shame, you will aspire to conquer, your hatred will bless you as a double edged sword, and the pain will lead to victory over weakness. Fashioning a stronger, more powerful person. Despise everything, from thoughts of laziness too desire. Refuse too indulge in pleasure whilst in this state, let despair and loneliness embrace you, holding you too cold and heartless breasts, for though no warmth comes from them, it is here that the sweetest milk is gathered, and when you have drunk your fill, enchain them, smash them aside and stand stronger than you did before.
With self hate, you can build yourself up, make yourself strong by destroying what is waste, what is not useful and detrimental. It can conquer desires or urges of the most vulgar nature, no matter how wrong they are. No matter how wrong one is, no matter how damaged they are, with this can a sanctuary be created, somewhere that weakness cannot penetrate…
With this post, I will become unlikable too some people, perhaps even disgusting. I do not tailor what I write too fit the idea’s of others, and if you do not acknowledge any worth or merit in my words then that is your choice. If you wish to debate the issue with me, feel free too comment. I am open to disagreement and would appreciate the chance to learn and evolve.