compassion.

i been thinking...
i was his own flesh and blood,
yet he didn't even know me.
he had all of these assumptions about me,
and most likely only .01% of them were/are true.
he didn't know me and he hated me.
can you imagine hating somebody that you TRULY don't know?
what does that say about us if we hate them back simply because they hate us?
unwilling particpants in this vicious cycle of hate?
i think that is what i regret while he was alive.
i regret playing along in that shallow cess pool of a 'game.'
i am not saying that i regret not having a relationship with him,
no.
i am saying that i regret not being okay with not hating him.
i now understand more than ever that sometimes people don't have the capabilities to go beyond their initial judgements of people to look just beneath those book covers.
and that's okay.
maybe they're holding onto a grudge?
maybe they're scared that they've changed, that they've grown up?
maybe they are scared to see the truth of the person?
maybe they're scared that their reason for hating them will dissipate if they truly saw them?
hate can become a comforting crutch that we get used to, if we allow it.
if you take the hate away, then, what?
what will fill its void?
its scary;
uncharted territory.
you cannot expect people to go past their comfort zones.
i wouldn't want anybody doing that to me.
but i tell you,
i get it.
i'll be okay with somebody hating me that doesn't even know me.
what this world needs is more compassion and less hate.