“Fear is the solitude of a human, in their attempt to dig into themselves to find what they either loathe or can accept. Though, what person in their total solitude has accepted what they despise, be that a wound that must close?”– Modern Romanticism
- A person in love, feels everything.
- A person who feels fear, feels themselves.
- A person who is hateful, does not feel. They merely act.
Love is proven of a person, trusted to never despise and not accept what is strange of another individual. For if love is to the character of that person’s heart, they will not ever create the distance, if they are capable of trust. Trust is the factor of a person, who will love, able to care for the fragile areas of another, wanting of it. In fear, a person is broken, feels their wounds, desiring their bodies to be closed of them. Though, in their fear, they feel themselves being closed from the world, as they become the void that weighs them in a burden.
No person, who is in love, can hate without a loss of trust. In fear, a person is fragile and weak. When they find love, they find strength. In the discovery of love, they have found what was missing in their life. What has been missing is what will make them complete. For that void could only be filled by love. A person who is encouraged to “discover that void”, has been told to find more things to fear, as those kept things will be held onto, with a yearning to never see them lost. In that, a person within such fear, becomes enclosed, as this solitary emotion always allows.
The hateful individual cannot feel anything. For that is because the hateful individual once felt it all, of love, to then cause themselves to feel nothing. The one truly hateful, as this state of mind comes rare, is not something ever wanted. In hate, a person does not recognize themselves, nor are recognized by anyone else, for they have become a different person. Hatred consumes the individual. For in its acts, they are feared by all others.
The one with true hate in their heart, has to have felt love, without any stains. They were blind in their innocence, cared for, and felt such love thinking it to never disappear. For in love, a person holds on. In love, a person needs for nothing else. To want for something else, other than love, is to be materialistic. In all hatred, there is discontent. In all discontent, there is the materialism wanted. In all fear from individuals who rebel against the one who acts out of hatred, there is downfall. In all downfall, there is remorse from the person who was destroyed by those they’ve personally rejected and resented.
The loving one, feels everything. The fearful one, feels themselves. The hateful one, does not feel, though they’ll act out of psychopathy.