This world is filled with hate

I've been practically reading the same old things over and over again repeated in different people in their lives. Though different, people always have a lot of things to hate about..the irony is that people are always trying to be happy. How can one be happy and be hateful at the same time?

The paradoxical nature of things would probably tell me that being happy and hateful go hand-in-hand. But this certainly do not imply that happiness and hate can co-exist, but it is through hate then one can learn to be happy. One must learn to first understand the nature of hatred, and then letting it go, so that happiness may find us. At the very least, this "law" applies for me for I was a very hateful person - my old friends can testify this.

I just made a very long, but by no means long-winded, reply to an old friend of mine who bore a lot hatred for her parents for causing the misery that she has presently. She attributes her suffering due to irresponsible, materialistic parents and not see the misery that she unwittingly caused unto herself.

My sister had accidentally smashed a glass of milk onto the floor and refuses to clean it up because she said it was because of that the glass was not properly washed and thus oily, causing the slip. My mum would hear non of it, and insist that she has to responsible for her own actions, and said that the slip was due to her butterfingers and not the oily glass. While my dad maintains that a person has to be responsible for her own actions, so my sister went to her room to cry because no one believed her, and she refused to accept that it was her own fault for the slip. Not caring about the commotion, my brother and I continued what we were doing.

After a good TV program, my mum went to get a drink, and accidentally stepped on the shattered glass my sis had caused. Naturally, my mum flared and raved at my sis for causing her feet to bleed from the glass bit all over the kitchen. Stubborn as she was, my sis went out to watch Spiderman with her friends, leaving the mess behind. Being in a bad mood, my mum went to dress her wounds and remained watching TV, insisting that sis should do the cleaning. My dad, not caring what happened, went back to sleep, while my brother and I can't be bothered with what happened.

This scenario could continue, but I am trying to say here is very simple. While it might be obvious that it was my sister who caused all the anguish, someone has to clean it up, even though the one responsible refused to pick up the pieces. If no one's gonna pick things up, we only have ourselves to blame when we finally step on them.

In life, far too often, other people come into our lives and "smash things up". And wherever we go, we carry these glass bits. Now and then, we may step on those bits again, and attribute and blame the pain caused the peoples responsible. Like I said, in our lives, we only have ourselves to blame when we step on these bits, and we have to clean it up no matter what. Supposedly, my sister does return home but refuse to clean up the pieces, and that I step on those bits because I didn't offer to clean things up, who should I blame? Blaming is a waste of time - it doesn't matter who was the one responsible for the mess in the end. If we dont pick up the bits of glass in our lives, we'll find ourselves avoiding doing many things, avoiding many places, avoid talking about certain issues, we'll be likened to be growing on thin soil amongst thorn bushes. If we grow this way, we may either not grow at all, or cannot grow well.

I hope my friend understands what I am trying to say.