I don’t understand!

This little Blast from my Past was originally posted in March 2014.  I think it is still relevant.

I went to university but I never studied aeronautics or mechanical engineering. I don’t understand how a metal cylinder that weighs a thousand tons can fly. But I trust that it will when I buy my ticket. I didn’t go to medical school so I don’t understand the mechanics of the human body. Regardless, I appreciate this soft, spongy envelope that I inhabit. I never studied neurology or psychology so I don’t understand how my brain works. But mine seems to be working just fine. I can appreciate that we are all different even when we all have the same squishy innards. I like that about me, and you.

I don’t understand how some people can hate other people they have never met. I hate beets. I’ve tasted them and I don’t like the flavour. That is a reason to hate something. I’m sure people all over the world love beets; I’m not one of them. When I was a child I hated peas. I didn’t have to taste them to realize they were awful. I hated them because of their name: peas. Why on earth would you name something, that I now know to be delicious, after a bodily function that we don’t like to do in public? What I once believed to be awful, I now know to be awfully good.

Some people hate others simply because of their name or some other label that is ultimately meaningless. How can you hate something or someone you don’t know? Hatred is an emotion that must be taught. It can be taught through actions or through indoctrination or worst of all through words. For the first time in my life I have accepted the fact that there are those who want to kill me simply because I am alive.

This will sound very strange and perhaps self-serving but I don’t hate them back. I wonder at how awful a person’s life must be that their only recourse is to hate. My death will not make their life any better and I don’t think they realize that. My parents never taught me to hate but they did teach me the value of each and every one of us on this planet. I do not believe those people that choose to hate know that. Maybe one day they will.

 

 

 

17 thoughts on “I don’t understand!

  1. Mark Lanesbury

    All people reflect who they are within…and to hate to that degree and in doing so want to take another’s life…then they too hold no worth, love or respect for themselves. And the anger that drives it is built on that lack, to block its pain.
    If they only knew the truth that is just waiting for them to look beyond that hurt within.

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  2. Dan Antion

    Very good, Pam. And yes, sadly still relevant. There’s such a wide gulf between love and hate. There should be plenty of room for just ignoring folks and letting them go about their business.

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  3. Léa

    Excellent Pam! From birth, one parent tried to spread the rage and hatred that frequently spewed like lava. She was one of a long line. You can’t imagine my gratitude that I was the odd duck of the family. I knew pain and swore to myself at a very early age to be kind. When one makes such a choice there is always a price and I continue to pay it. Yet if I hadn’t, I would not be here as I couldn’t live with myself. For the most part the scars are invisible and there has been considerable healing. Is it any wonder that I pursued degrees in Psychology? No! Thanks.

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      1. Léa

        We have a choice, to be like those who tormented and tortured us, or choose kindness. Before the age of four, I promised myself that I never wanted to hurt anyone. It is a choice.

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