Quite simply, hatred is a completely unknown, foreign feeling to me. That's why, looking at its manifestations from the outside, it seems to me like some serious, life-threatening disease. First of all, for the life of the one who feels it. When I imagine a person gnawed by that terrible, dark feeling aimed exclusively at destruction, I always see a sickly figure, yellowish skin, a body half-eaten by those invisible teeth. Only the sparkle in the eyes reveals that something is strongly alive in that person, that something moves them. although she appears to me as physically almost immobile, paralyzed by an unrealized obsession.
A furious opportunity
Anger and rage are not necessarily hatred, they can only be a basis for it, that's why I guess I don't see any robust and furious beast-like human condition. Hate is, possibly, a long-grown anger, rage, something that comes after exasperation, a feeling of powerlessness, something cultivated to show a semblance of control, focus, something that probably provides a person with a purpose, becomes the meaning of being, like love or greed for someone. . All of these are emotions that blind us, block the mind, therefore they are irrational, a person gets lost in them, so they are often directed to the wrong addresses, but he goes on, unperturbed, blinded by some unknown mental flash, not caring about collateral damage.
I was led to these thoughts by the terrifying flood of hatred in the so-called public, and in fact, virtual space, equally virtual Bosnia and Herzegovina. I can understand where the source of that hatred is, but I cannot sympathize with those for whom it is the only fuel, usually wrapped in an irrational love for the homeland or justified by something that is difficult to regret and forgive.
The regular congratulation of religious holidays between members of different confessions, which flood social networks on the occasion of every religious holiday, surprises people. He wondered how much sincerity there was in that? And what can prevail - the force of hatred or the desire of people to live harmoniously. As a rule, I avoid congratulating the holidays on social networks. I do this exclusively in direct contact with people whom I know genuinely care about it without, as they say, a finger in their pocket.
After all, faith is, in my opinion, a matter of intimacy, and any flaunting of the same seems to me a violent proof of something unknown to me, it is tasteless and inappropriate. Like a kind of faith in powder that is mixed with water to gain volume, like juice, as it was once said, to be digested, a syrup that is diluted.
In recent days I have been reading books, I could call it that, by Meša Selimović, unknown and unrecognized to the wider population, from the early period of his writing career. For what we write and read today, those books are also seriously high literature, although in them you only sporadically come across some pearly thoughts like those that distinguished the canonical novel "Dervish and Death".
Sometimes the things we read coincide with our thoughts and then reading gets its full meaning; when we encounter a precise synthesis of what occupies our being only as a nebulous collection of emotions that give rise to vague and imprecise thoughts.
People do not like evil
In the short story "Foreign Land" from the book "Red Haired Girl", Selimović at one point enters the thoughts of an Italian captain who, after the capitulation of Italy, tries to lead his platoon out of a foreign, foreign country and towards the longed-for home.
"...People don't like evil and yet they tolerate it. If evil and cruelty were smart enough to know the limit up to which they are allowed to impose themselves, without causing resentment, they would last a long time. It's an ugly thought, but it seems to be true, people hardly move while they can live tolerably, only when it becomes too difficult for them, when they start to sink, they start to think and break away..."
If these thoughts are to be believed, it seems that people in Bosnia and Herzegovina still live tolerably well, although they get away with it, at the expense of other and different things, but they haven't started to think yet. And perhaps evil and cruelty have finally found a limit to "which they are allowed to impose" and will last and rule for a very long time, and however long it is, it is too much for one ordinary human life.
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