My Neverland

Eleven: Love. Again.

I know I talk about love a lot, but it's an important thing. What are we without it? Heartless monsters?

What really separates normal people like you and me from evil people like Adolf Hitler, or Elizabeth Bathory? Have you ever heard of dear Ellie? 

She was a serial killer, with a victim total thought to number in the hundreds occurring over a twenty-five year period.

I assume you know Hitler.

What if once, Ellie and Adolf were normal people, like you and me? Did they have friends, sleepovers and dinner parties? Did they court? What were their views on society, before hatred mangled their hearts? 

Or was that feeling always there, nagging at their subconscious, waiting to take control? What sprung such evil? 

As babes, we are harmless, but do we all grow to be murderers? Killers of our own brethren?

When did we stop caring? Why would we abandon the world? Our love? Why did we caress hatred so fondly?

Or maybe, nothing changed.

Maybe we were always like this, and nothing is different except the perspective. But that changes everything doesn't it?

Whether you have this mindset or that- it all changes how you speak, feel- your perspective on life. 

Some people have the perspective of innocence, while others say guilty. It is all the effect of how we are raised, the tiny seeds planted in our head when we are small- racism, prejudice,  judgement. 

Is hatred one of those seeds?

Is love?

"Love each other, it makes you stronger, brings you closer."

"No, because love breaks."

The words of a hurt girl to her team, a story of sadness and regret behind it. 

A shame.

Couldn't we all benefit from a little love?