When I started this blog three years ago, I had two simple goals. First, I wanted it to be a creative writing outlet where I could write honestly and openly about the topics that interested me. Secondly, I wanted to make sure my blog was a positive place where everyone (including my readers) could share their opinions and beliefs without being attacked by others. I wanted my blog to be a “hate-free” zone where disagreement was welcomed as long as it was respectful and civilized. And luckily, that’s exactly the way it turned out.
I’m embarrassed to admit that I was actually starting to feel a little bit smug about how little negativity my blog attracted, congratulating myself on keeping the nastiness away. But have you ever had one of those “aha” moments, when you finally realize something so obvious that you can’t believe you didn’t see it before? Because that’s exactly what happened to me yesterday.
I was driving down the street, actually thinking of how happy I was that I had managed to keep my blog so positive and hate free for three years when a driver suddenly pulled out in front of me. I slammed on my brakes and missed him, but I was still incredibly angry. And I didn’t hesitate to express that anger through a series of words that were both ugly and hateful. The fact that I was alone in the car with the windows rolled up didn’t really matter. Whether or not anyone could hear what I said wasn’t the point. The point was that I finally realized that even though I had managed to create a hate-free blog, I most certainly wasn’t living a hate-free life.
I couldn’t help but wonder just exactly how different my life would be if I became just a bit more intentional about trying to keep hatred and anger out of my own heart. I’m not naive enough to think that I will never get angry again, or that I won’t resent people I believe have done me wrong, or even that I can simply decide that I’ll never feel hateful again. I’m sure I’ll do all those things, despite my best efforts.
But still, I know I can do better. More importantly, I know that I want to do better. I want to think twice before I open my mouth in anger. When I feel slighted by someone, I want to try to look at things from their point of view rather than immediately feeling sorry for myself. And when I feel hate stirring in my heart, I want to ask myself if I really want hateful feelings to be a permanent part of who I am. Because hatred hurts the one who harbors it just as much as it hurts its target.
For the past three years, I’ve managed to keep hatred, pettiness, resentment, etc. out of my blog, and I’ve been very happy with the result. So I think it’s time that I at least start trying to do the same thing with the rest of my life.