I am not very good at hating people
As I’ve grown older, I’ve realised that I may never be very good at fully hating someone. Not because I forget what they did. Not because I think everything they did was okay. But because I’ve learned to see people with a little more empathy—and to practice a little more loving-kindness. We are all shaped by things we may never fully see in one another. There are wounds people carry quietly, fears they rarely speak about, experiences we were never there to witness, and battles they may have been fighting long before our paths crossed. Sometimes, the behaviour we see is only the visible part of a much bigger story. But understanding people has also taught me something about myself. For a long time, I thought protecting my peace meant staying quiet, letting things go, or simply walking away. But I’ve realized that sometimes silence doesn’t end a cycle. It simply leaves it unresolved. So I’ve started asking myself a different question: What do I want to do differently this time? Not ...