It's hard not to hate. People, things, institutions. When they break your spirit and take pleasure in watching your bleed, hate is the only feeling that makes sense. But i know what hate does to a man. Tears him apart, turns him into something he's not. Something he promised himself he'd never become. 
There's an old saying...That which doesn't kill you makes you stronger."  I don't believe that! I think the things that try to kill you make you angry and sad. Strength comes from the good things, your family, your friends, the satisfaction of hard work. Those are the things that will keep you whole, those are the things to hold onto when you're broken...