Hey everybody! Today I’m going to be posting something a little different to what I’ve posted before. In fact, I’m not entirely sure what to call it. It’s kind of like a character description, but for an emotion. The idea for it just randomly came to me, so I wrote it down, and so after a bit of editing, I’ve deemed it ok to show to the world. 😀 Let me know if you can come up with a real name for it!
Hatred is a terrible thing. It writhes and curls in your gut like a serpent, spreading throughout your whole being until there is not one particle of your soul that is not saturated in the vile tincture. It blinds your eyes to the truth. It twists your thoughts into one tangled mass of burning rage and lust for revenge. It takes over your whole being, soaking into your heart and mind.
There comes a day when you cannot remember what life was like before you nurtured this burden in your heart. You cannot remember what it was like to be happy and whole, for this hate that you so tenderly nurtured has grown into a terrible monster that steals your joy and eats away at you. And then maybe one day you catch a small glimpse of what life could be like if you just let go of the hate. If you stopped letting it master you and fought with it until you’ve mastered it. Yes, there might even be a small particle of your being that would willingly let go of the hate. But you cannot let it go. You have clung onto it for so long with your whole self, that the hatred has become your identity. You are who you are because of the hate that you hold close to your heart.
So you turn from the glimpse of what life could be like with out the hatred, and you let it sink even deeper into your soul. And with that action of turning from the glimpse of life without hate, you finally let the monster overcome you completely. You let it master you and you become its slave. As time goes on, you cease to be either slave or master. You and your hate become one being. You have become the monster that you disdained to let go. You and hate have become one. You are hatred itself.