Hate Is Not Our Purpose
6 min readApr 12, 2024
I am ashamed of myself for having hate in my heart.
Imagine you are 75 sitting on a bench in a public park and suddenly you realize, ‘Why did I hate that person so much? What good did it do?’
One of my close relatives is swinging between life and death. She is an old woman who I used to hate from the bottom of my heart. Why?
