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Spread The Love

Like the profound essence of love, this is the previous post, Stop The Hate’s continuation... A ‘Part 2’ if you will... a sequel, a spin-off, an extension, a supplement, an annex, a growth, a reason, a portion, a plot, a subplot or anything in between, a story, the “spreading” of it and everything else... It could as well be a “prequel”.

A “prequel” since ‘love’ has always been the beginning of everything. We’re all here because of love. No matter what and how our coming-into-being’s circumstance maybe, we’re here for a reason. Love is a purpose. To love and be loved is our quintessential objective.

An unending affair supposedly, considering letting go is likewise a manifestation of love. Love for one’s self is a primal requisite. Thus, don’t be too hard on yourself and others... Similarly, life’s lessons are love essentials. Love endures.

Along the way though, there’ll be trials and heartaches for one to possibly feel the opposite. Hate is as potent in dictating how you’d most likely react. This reaction will confirm another side of yourself. It’ll define a dark side of your personality or reputation. Consequently, it’ll pave the way to a corresponding response.

Hate, as intense as love is, is as strong a word capable of stirring psychological imbalance; an even stronger inkling when emotionally manifested. An obstacle for love to prosper. Yet an essential consciousness for one to appreciate love.

Love sets free... only if one freely understands and accepts hate as its perceptive however adverse flip side. We may know what love is, what it’s about, how it feels and all that but if insensible on hate’s repercussion brought about by its similarly unthought-of instigation, it renders love’s objective useless.



We are by nature (and understandably) sensitive to our own well-being, yet, consequently prompting intolerance for things that don’t go our way. It confines us within our limitations amidst the promise of moral sensibility. Even with such gift of prudence, we ironically fail to acknowledge our individualities and peculiarities. Hate instigated by pride and ego locks up our common sense, it detains our better judgment.

Freedom and diplomacy, it’s taken for granted in consideration of spreading your wings or clipping it as an expression of freewill either way, why choose the latter... Why not fly away/soar high to get a bird’s eye view for better understanding? Why swoop down on a prey from a one-sided angle? Tactful or confrontational? How could one be truly liberated, is it by wisely letting go or to belligerently hold your ground? Would you rather cross your fingers and have faith or cross your arms and be up in arms to confront one’s fate? If it’s destiny under one’s discretion, why settle for a path towards animosity?

Don’t you think that “We are but humans” is a weak justification of our human nature given our capacity for discernment as an advantage over other life forms? Another thing that gives us ascendancy among the living is love. It allows us to act appropriately, unlike other species relying on either instinct or through the course of nature. Yet such aptitude turns into attitude...

Accordingly, it’s really up to us. We were after all gifted with a consummate substantiation of love ~ freewill. From the word itself, “free will” ~ a self-determining preference/intent/decision, thus it’s not overbearing. Therefore, we might as well use it to spread the positive side of it... Constructive criticism is not ‘hate’ or, at least, there’s a diplomatic way to address and deliver such things. Modesty is one thing. Kindness is another. There’s a thin line between simply being proud and boastfully having pride.

Say an accomplishment of someone for instance, nevertheless, “spread” how it is such an achievement indeed. Lean towards the deed’s good points. Do not spread it in a way that it’ll be at the expense of and by being detrimental to the opposing party as to the difference and feasibility of its attainment or the lack thereof from the opposite end. By all means, gain fulfillment over such success, not over the other one’s failure; celebrate the love, not the hate.

Or to give a more precise paragon (yet relative to life), let’s refer to “choosing love” itself. When you have suitors for example, rejoice in being privileged to even have options, some don’t even have a choice. Be grateful of your advantage but do not be judgmental of other’s “downside”. Of these suitors, one could be the eventual lucky one. Get excited over the courtship process or a new relationship perhaps but you don’t have to rub-in the “ugly reason behind the rejection” of which you deem the others to be guilty of. Likewise, in justifying your choice, do not rob him off of his worthy attributes that led him to be your “top pick” by pointing out his rival/s’ negative traits instead. Your love for him or your love for each other being more impactful and rightfully matched regardless of circumstance and after those “series of tests” should be the edge he’d feel meritorious about celebrating with you. Yet now, people are more inclined to talk about the “juicier negativities” in such a way that “sour grapes” become “sweet lemons”. Outwardly, “hate is disguised as love” so to speak...

Love is not a competition. It’s not about gaining advantage over others as much as a “rejected suitor” should feel thankful to have given the opportunity to express his love (“It’s better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all”). On the other hand, imagine having suitors with the same “likable qualities”, thus, don’t rely on what’s likable as ‘love’ is the answer. As I’ve always pointed out, when you like, you take; on the contrary, when you love, you give. When you base your decision on what you like instead of who you love, not far-fetched is a hate-inducing dislike lurking over possible disappointments due to failure of expectations... Whereas when it’s love, it’s more accepting, it understands...

Quite discordant though, we become more disappointed at people whom we’ve invested love for (I, myself, am guilty of this). Apparently reconciled to be pleased with a better treatment, the more hurtful it is when a letdown is from that of a loved one, even so, no matter how petty. We expect too much basing it on our own standards notwithstanding due deference for varying dispositions. Pride is more intense on this one, while ego is more strident among unfamiliar characters... Either way, it causes friction. Such heaviness takes a toll on pleasantries and good-natured affection. Love stalls.

Then again, why subject yourself to a destabilizing weight when you can actually drop that “off-balancing” heavy load and just carry-on with what’s rather beautiful. Fact is, as emphasized in Stop The Hate”, some people just can’t help but “spread hate”. They’re as crucial in serving a function if only for us to further spread love. Much like the existence of the serpent in the Garden of Eden in all its (supposedly) perfect glory, it is for us to understand now how we don’t have to be as weak to just fall for one fruit in exchange for what’s more fulfilling, to love and be loved... (to be continued...) err To be carried out...

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