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I don't like the word "hate". I don't believe in it. I believe someone can disagree with the views of others, or that someone can rub you the wrong way, but I genuinely do not think you can "hate" someone. There is a boy I know who really rubs me the wrong way. We have never been able to see eye to eye and I really do not believe we ever will. Recently, I found out that his father is slowly dying. I cannot imagine how hard life has been for this boy and how hard it will be when his father passes. The other day, we thought his dad died and I went into a state of shock, regret and guilt. Obviously I have not been the only rude person to this boy in his life, but I am responsible for my actions. It's a rude awakening, acknowledging one's flaws, a humbling one too. I have realized that there is no point in disliking someone and being rude to them, it won't change them one bit. You also never know what kind of shit someone is going through until you take a step back and put things in perspective. There is no need for hatred in this world, there's enough in it already. The only thing we can do is laugh, love and live life to it's fullest. We will make mistakes-we're only human after all-and we'll learn from 'em. In the mean time I'm going to try to make a positive impact in this boy's life while I still can. Love will always be free if you make it and with love comes peace.