I hated people who couldn't handle their liquor, until I became one in the late stages of my own alcoholism.
I hated people who were weak, until I became one in my own loss of control.
I hated women who didn't parent with love, until I became one in my own empty life.
I hated people who were bound by the conventions of society, until I became one in my own fearful desire to hide myself.
I hated people who were intentionally cruel, until I became one in the throes of my own pain.
I hated people who had power, until I became one who abused it.
In the end, I hated so deeply that I couldn't see...
that the person I hated the most...
lived inside of me...
to the detriment of my soul.
Today, I chase different things...
I seek hope and to be hopeful.
I seek serenity and to be serene.
I seek silence in order to listen.
I seek strength in order to lend it.
I seek connection, that I may be connected.
I seek the brushing of my soul against that of another's.