Abhorrence:Nuances of Hatred in Pining

 "From the deepest desires often come the deadliest hate"

-Socrates

Before elucidating this phrase we should take a look at the topics of emotions and emotional intelligence.According to Daniel Goleman the emotional mind is far more quicker than the rational mind springing into action without pausing even a moment to consider what it is doing.Its quickness precludes the deliberate, analytic reflection that is the hallmark of the thinking mind.

Actions that spring from the emotional mind carry a particularly strong sense of certainty, a byproduct of a streamlined, simplified way of looking at things that can be absolutely bewildering to the rational mind.When the dust settles, or even in mid response, we find ourselves thinking, "What did I do that for?" a sign that the rational mind is awakening to the moment,but not with the rapidity of the emotional mind.

Hate has been described widely as an emotion, but also as an attitude or a sentiment. Some scholars think that hate is an extreme version of anger or dislike; some describe hate as a blend of emotions such as anger, contempt and disgust; and others regard hate as a distinct and unique feeling. Theories also diverge in their descriptions of hate’s antecedents, triggers, functions and behavioural outcomes. Nevertheless, people confidently talk about hate speech, hate crime, or anti-hate campaigns.What we do know is that hate is intense and enduring, and it seems to be based on a view of its targets as essentially bad and threatening.



Coming to the point in simpler words….

We all know when we truly love something, it is impossible to see the negative aspects in that something/someone..A persona over persona, we arrange those like a stack of cards fabricating the person in the way we wish and want rather than accepting the true shades of our so called aficionados.But tell me,what happens when we realize that we are fooled or seldom cared???In the place of love,hatred begins to linger.Thus by then,it becomes impossible for the person to look at the positive aspects or nuances of that specific human being,which eventually paves the seeds for vengeance.Now the only thing that matter will be searching a way to outflow the abhorrence.And when the worst meets worst,it ends in the death of someone or to be more precise it can be stopped only by a procedure of destruction.In either ways,we can assume that the absence of love is never the emptiness.It's hatred!!Pure hatred!!abomination!!!revulsion!!!

A thousand of more words to elucidate,but still the result would be the same..A man with a rage poisons everything with his grudge….!



P.S.Our most intense feelings are involuntary reactions; we cannot decide when they will erupt."Love", wrote Stendhal, "is like a fever that comes and goes independently of the will".Not just love,but our angers and fears, as well, sweep over us, seeming to happen to us rather than being our choice.For that reason they can offer an alibi:"It is fact that we cannot choose the emotions which we have,"notes Ekman,that allows people to explain away their actions by saying they were in the grip of emotion.



N.B. -  IF LOVE CAN BUILD MONUMENTS, HATE CAN DEMOLISH EMPIRES!!!!!!






SalmaAneesaBabu🦋






References:

●'Working with Emotional Intelligence'-Daniel Goleman

●Thesis of Michael T Michael, Underwood International college,SouthKorea

●Writings of Cristian A Martinez


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