Love...Hate...

Random thoughts...

Today in class we talked about love...

What is love...?

"Kissing and hugging romantically in the sunset," one said.

"Being there for someone always," another said.

"Accepting someone, with all their faults and talents," was the one I liked most.

 

We then talked about similar things...

What is the closest thing to love...?

"Courage, of couse," said a loud boy.

"Happiness, duh!" protested a girl.

"Hatred." A faint whisper came from the quiet girl's lips.

 

The whole class began to mumble to each other.

Is she kidding...?

"In order to hate someone,

you must care about what they do.

You had to have loved them or still do at some point."

The quiet girl dug back into her notebook.

 

The whole class was silent, pondering on her statement.

Is she right...?

Hatred and love, being close together

What do you think...?

 

Author's Note

This actually happened in my class, except the "quiet girl" doesn't exist. My teacher's opinion was the love.hatred thing. Anyway, comment and tell me your opinion. What do you think...?

Reviews

[Enigma]

Whoa!! That was like an unexpected turn in the tail. I didn't really expect such a deep and insightful thought to come up from amid a conversation taking place about 'love'.
I didn't realise but now, I do agree that love and hate DO go hand in hand. There are a few exceptions, however. I mean, I don't really care about those whom I hate.
Don't worry, I'm no hate-them-all kind of girl. But Yeah! There are some people whom I really don't like...
Anyways, this poem was brilliant. The quiet girl/the teacher has an unusual outlook towards life...lolz
Let us all know if any other similar chat takes place around you again....^_^
Well Done!! Great Write!!

[Wolfwind Words]

I would have to agree with the mysterious quiet girl in the back ground. Life is designed around opposites; that are always struggling for balance in the greater scheme of existance. To know love is to know hate and visa-versa. It's goes along with the concept of good and evil. If people didn't know what evil was in order to compare goodness to. We wouldn't know what good was. The are inseparable. Life must have hate to know love and understand how wonderfull it is. And Life must have love to know and understand how dangerous and dark hate is.

This poem truly brought a valueble issue into the light.
It's images pulled me into the class room and I could imagine that scene with perfection.

Wonderful Piece!

Eternally Your's
Infinity's Shadow

[The Autumn Faerie]

There are such fine lines between love and hate because they are so intensely derived from passion.
So closely related, so much the same, yet so different...

Very perceptive.