hatred

To what extent does hating a religion, a race, a culture (and the manifestation of that thing in every day life), define oneself? Or does it just detract from one's life, adding negativity and subtracting happiness?

It's the difference between clinging to the past and letting it dictate your present and living for a better future to resolve the initial conflict. If no one ever talks about it, how will anything change?

This is especially relevant in this region of the world. Even here, the place that is home to cultures about which the West has the greatest apprehension, there is extreme discrimination. Even in friends, AIESECers, people who are open in every other way, the ugly element of hate exists.

So many colors, beliefs, truths, ethics, nationalities, dialects. But everyone agrees on one issue almost without exception. I have never heard anyone speak with so much hate about another group than I have here. It makes me sad for the future of the world.