Category : Diary/Journal

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Two feelings. Two themes. Two meanings.

Sometimes I find that these two separate emotions deem us. It's no secret to me anymore. Even though I'm not old enough to really see how the world works at this age I'm starting to get a piece of reality....
       I thought happiness would stay with me forever and ever. The word "hatred" never really concerned me. I thought it was easy to overcome its definition. At least that's what I've been told. Or have seen from entertainments. Have I not really been seeing the big picture?
      Happiness: One that is happy will certainly be happy for the rest of their life. Even through the obstacles they overcome not one slightest bit of kindness will slip away from their heart. 
      Hatred: One that is filled with hate will most likely go through battles that won't remove the dark cloud from their lives. That dark cloud is filled with hate and not one slightest bit of kindness will slip into their heart.
     This may not be simply true to others, but from my perspective I believe it's accurate. The definitions are or were just words to me. You may think they're just words, but really their like the effects of the term they describe. The true definitions are the feelings you experience from them. 
Like possible reactions you take in and out.
        Now that I see what happiness and hatred are really like I start to feel like I'm at the bottom of an ocean because the only way to know what hatred's really like you'd have to be experienced or currently going through its phase.
      That's when I look at the world I'm living in. There's no way that billions of people on this earth are filled with happiness. I know that's not possible, but I do know that others can be happy because there's nothing better than whatever life puts out there for us. And for people that are angry I know that not too many of them hate happiness. They are just angry for it because it's not fair to not feel the glory of your life.
        And the fact that I feel this way makes me wish that I could've found this out much later in my life than in my childhood years. I was bound to know what the world would prepare  for me.
       It was either happiness or hatred.