The Difference Between Love & Hate

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I don’t get out much, into the real world that is, and whatever that is- I need some flare for my brain. Simple Share.

Who do you Love?
Who do you Hate?
Why?

Even if you do not know the person personally, I’d like to hear of your living (or dead) examples-- (those who inspire the way you live- and those who show you all the ways you’d never want to live by).

If love and hate are the floating points in the air in which the swinging pendulum cannot reach any further- and everything in between is the fanning out of who you are- Who gives you the momentum that keeps your clock chiming?

Love is Leonard Cohen. No music is more Honest and involved. His lyrics describe relationships that are more deep than I ever knew could possibly exist- exchanges of body, mind, & soul between man and woman as they journeyed the world and explored other people unselfishly- and in the end still fall into each other. Quite beautiful, if you are unfamiliar with his music, chase it. I hope to die with this kind of life and love behind me.

Hate is E. Smith. His music is unique, completely standing on its own. Then, he took his own life- and now the music that he should have been writing this moment, floats in the air unattended- noone there to pull the notes down and throw them into our ears- a tragedy that i’d never want to live by (or not live by).

Have some more tea.

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MessyPaint, I love your name and your beautiful question. Welcome to SDMB.

My hatreds have been few and usually fleeting.

The loves are rooms in a house that I’ve been building for over sixty years. Lots of rooms. Some are spacious and light and I spend lots of time there. Others are down hidden passages. Two in the oldest part of the house are interlocking though one is dark. (There’s a mystery for you.)

In one room that was particularly beautiful, there was a break-in a few years ago. So now that room is kept carefully locked. I don’t go there anymore and it’s probably infested with squirrels by now. The thought pleases me.

My father’s study is warm and easy on my heart and there is always a sense of his comfort though he last used it long ago.

My favorite room is the family room. There’s always someone dear to say, “Everything okay?” or “War Eagle!” or “Grammy, watch this!” or “Love you too.”

Those are just some of my rooms.

I’m always thinking about additions (with family consideration, of course).

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Do you have oranges to go with that tea? Do they come all the way from China?

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Hate is a destructive emotion that will do you great harm, better to work on turning it into indifference.