hate

At the first sign of any sort of difficulty, we tend to blame it on everything but ourselves.

Isnt it easier to blame the system, blame that person, blame inconvenience.

Surely there are some tolerable reasons that we cant avoid; but for the most part, we look to everywhere else but ourselves. Is it not possible that we are not the self-proclaimed victim of our troubles but the only one inflicting it upon ourselves and possibly dragging others in on our ride?

Its like if we got a devastating grade, we blame the system. How about admitting that we didn’t work hard enough? Somehow surely again, everyone would say that they’d worked so so hard. But then again, how do we measure how hard we’ve worked other than that apparently horrible grade we’ve gotten.

There is so much negativity and tiring complaints everywhere about how things don’t work out and about how this and that sucks. Sarcasm splattered everywhere with spiteful snide meant to be jabbed subtly to the person right next to them.

Shutting my ears to all that hurt and hate.
How can I live to love with anger and unkindness.

How can we live in the moment and love what we’re currently doing if we love so much to hate.