Choose one that doesn’t belong:
a) Light and Dark
b) Love and Hate
c) Night and Day
d) Black and White
Can you tell me which one of those doesn’t go along with the other ones? You can’t, can you? (if you can, great job.) There are thick lines between each one of those, right? Complete and utter polar opposites? Lightness is brightness; it is good; it is beautiful, while darkness is dreadful, bad, and dreary. They are exact opposites from each other, yet they balance each other out. You have to see the darkness that is in light, and the lightness that is in the dark. You cant have one and not the other. They may be the complete different theme of the other, but they exist in each other. Night and day are literal examples of opposites. Again, they are different, but they exist together. If you did not have daytime, there would be no nighttime. There would just be time. Black and white are at complete opposite ends of the color spectrum. White is the lightest color, while black is the darkest. Yet again, you cannot have black without white and you cannot have white without black.
Can you have love without hate? Can you have hate without love?
Often you hear many people tell you not to say “hate” because it is strong. It implies that you still caree, otherwise you would have no emotion. Hate is an emotion, and if you hate somebody, you care about them. You still care about what they are doing, because you cannot have hate without love.
I learned this the hard way.
There is not a thick line between love and hate. Actually, the line is so paper thin that you can barely see it. It is so minisucle that often this line becomes blurred, and this is when you lose sense of reality, you lose sense of sanity, and you lose yourself. But who is to say this is such a bad thing?
When I first met Julian, I hated him. Simply hated him. Now I love him. But I still hate him. Love and hate exist together. I hate the way he chews his food, but I love that I get to hear him chew it. I hate that he snores, but I love that I get to sleep next to him. I hate that he told me he loved me first, but I love that I got to hear it. I love him, and I hate him. Simple.
And I think the more people realize that hating and loving are connected and related, the more people will find happiness. It’s like ying and yang. There is bad in good and there is good and bad. Even Shakesphere knew this: “Fair is foul and foul is fair.” Nobody really took this seriously, until they lived and it, and I don’t expect you to understand this either. You have to live it, and once you do, trust me. Your life has changed.
So, in conclusion, B. B doesn’t fit with the rest of them. All of the others are oppsoites, but love and hate are not. Love and hate hold hates. The angel dances with the devil. And me, well, I kiss, and slap, Julian.
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a/n: I don’t even know man. I don’t even know somebody named Julian. Shall this be a whole story, or just a one-shot? Hm………
