Dear Hate,
First of all, I would like to clarify that you are not dear to me. I wrote that just out of habit.
My name is Ray. Well, my name isn't important to you because you attach yourself to everyone, regardless of their identity. That is exactly why I wanted to write you this letter.

I wanted to write this to tell you that you're the only thing in this whole world that I can't see in a better light. I'm aware of the irony here, but it's true. You're one of the only two things that I absolutely hate, loathe, and despise in the world. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't- and can't- accept the fact that you're the most prominent emotion out there and I can't find a single reason as to why you exist.

Yes, I know that nothing can be perfect and if you cease to exist, then the world will go perfect. I know this all, but you have hurt so many creatures out there that I can't convince myself to believe that you're a good concept in yourself and people somehow misuse you.

No, I don't think that's the case.

Because I happen to know how much pain is caused when you make your home anywhere. People start to feel unloved and unaccepted, and believe me when I say that it's the worst thing one can feel. Absolutely worst.

Moreover, you don't stop just there. You are the source from where bias, prejudice, discrimination, and cruelty come from. Or maybe it's the other way around. Maybe you are born from all these things.

Either way, you have never caused anything but tears. You are an anathema in lives.

I'm not saying all these things only because I've seen other people get hurt (though I have seen a lot of that too). I'm saying this because I've known you firsthand too.

Well, that was kind of a lame thing to say because everyone has suffered the repercussions of your existence firsthand. Every sexist and racist becomes a sexist or a racist because you cause them to be. Every person who feels like homosexuals are inferior to her feels that way because you exist. People feel like they're entitled to be mean to others because you exist.

Now, I'm not completely blaming you because even though you exist, we ourselves choose to act upon you. However, the problem is, there's no upside to you. You live to make lives miserable and play with emotions.

Have you ever stopped to think about what you do? Like, when someone cries herself to sleep do you think about your wretched existence? Do you stop to consider that you ruin complete lives?

Do you?

The answer is, nope, you don't. Because you thrive on all those tears that you cause. Frowns make you happy and sadness makes you prosper.

Only because homosapiens feel like they are the most 'advanced' creatures on this earth, you find your way in their petty heads and make them do unpredictable and unspeakable things to their fellow beings and other creatures ,who have a more-than-equal right to live happily.

Only because men feel like they are the best among all the genders, you creep in the already-existing cracks of their heart and make them do and say inexplicable and hurtful things to all other genders, who, by the way, are nothing less.

Only because heterosexuals feel like they are the best and the oldest and most conventional in the world, you home your way in their soul and make them act like nothing is equal to them, let alone superior. And they feel like they are doing nothing wrong.

That's what you do. You flourish on weakness. Humans, sexists, homophobics, racists and every other category of living beings which treats other inferiorly, is weak because they let you in and win.

Don't think that I'm saying that I am some pure, sweet saint who is the strongest and has never wronged anyone in her life. Believe me, I have hurt people. Not consciously always, but hurt is hurt. However, the way I feel after hurting someone says a lot about my relationship with you, I think. I feel awful after causing someone pain.

So what makes you weak? After causing hurt, I accept that and try to make amends, even if that's not always possible. And that, my love, is what gives me power over you. That after momentary lapses in judgment, I defeat you- for the moment- and love others.

I wish everyone did this. We would stop dreaming about heaven then, because we would have one.

That's not all I want to say to you, but I guess I'm going to stop here.

I hope I have offended you as much as I intended to, because if there's one thing I hate the most in the world, it's you, Hate.

I never wish you happiness and even though that's kind of impossible, I still hope you stop existing.

Sincerely,
Ray.