What Had Hatred Done To Me

When I was a kid, I hated how my father treated me, with his harsh words and sometimes hit me by saying that he hit the evil, not hit me.

I hated my father and promise to my self not to become like him.

Now as I grew up and become a father of my own son…turns out, I am not so different with the old man.

I hated my boss for keep pushing me and sometime intimidate me by his words.

Now, I haven’t become a boss of my own, but the behavior of pushing and intimidating are somehow copied and reflected on how I communicate with my son.

Hatred has turned me into someone I hate. Someone I wish I would never become one. And at some points, it makes me even worse than the person I hate.