HATRrrrrED !

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HATRrrrrED ! 🔥



What does one hate?

A world devoid of kindness?
A heart without love?
Words without truth?
A self-obsessed mind?

Acts of cruelty?
False promises and fake smiles?
Manipulative, shady behavior?

Bottled-up emotions?
Unprocessed anger?

Being taken for granted?
Being disrespected?
Being overlooked?

Being cheated on?
Being treated unfairly?
Being judged?

Being criticized?
Being dominated?
Being abused?

Ah!

The list could go on...
But the question is,
"Why search for reasons
to hate
when you have millions of reasons
to love?"


Do I hear you saying, "Oh come on, it's easier said than done?"

Trust me on this!

There are millions of hearts out there

who long for love
or even just a smile
so they can return one.
Why not make their day special with tiny acts of kindness?

So...

Hatred?
Nah!
It’s simply not worth your time.


Why hold on to hate
that burns red-hot like embers
and singes your fingers?
Rather, sit back and
soak in the warmth.

Choose your tribe.
Know who your people are.
Choose love.
Spread love!


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