Man, the struggle is real.
The hate in this world is a struggle.

Last Monday morning was a weird morning. I woke up, checked Facebook and saw my college friend’s post saying she was marked safe in the Las Vegas violence. I was at my parent’s house at the time because I wasn’t moved into Sutton yet and I was getting up early to drive to Sutton for work. So, it was early when I saw this and didn’t think much of it, until I went upstairs and talked to my mom.

She asked me if I heard about Vegas and I told her I saw my friend is safe but I don’t know what happened.

She turned on the news and we watched a couple minutes of the coverage of the shooting in Las Vegas.

I did not know what was happening exactly and I couldn’t wrap my head around the whole ordeal at first.

But as the day and week went on, I came to understand what had happened.

And instead of getting over the fear, I was just getting more scared as details came out.

This event, 1,186 miles away from me, left me scared and speechless. I did not know what to say or what to think. I did not know how to react or what to do next. I was stunned and shocked. So, I prayed, and that’s all I did. I didn’t text my friend until late Monday night because I simply did not know what to say or do.

Monday night I heard this song called “Dear Hate,” by Maren Morris.

This song’s chorus says, “You were there in the garden like a snake in the grass; I see you in the morning staring through the looking glass; You whisper down through history and echo through these halls; But I hate to tell you, love’s gonna conquer all.”

The song points to the fact that hate doesn’t discriminate, but in the end, love is more powerful.

That day after the shooting, I was terrified. In the days following, I became angry.

On Facebook, posts changed from “Prayers for those affected,” to things like “Well, it was probably all Trump supporters who deserved it anyway,” type posts. It turned to gun laws; it turned to separation, division and hate, again.

The posts turned political, they turned to excuses, they turned to discrimination, and they turned to hate.

The events like these in Vegas are simple; a bad man did a bad thing to innocent people.

It’s like 9/11, it’s like school shootings, it’s like any other event similar to this one. Despite your political beliefs, despite your party affiliation, despite your views on gun control, and despite any excuse you come up with, those in attendance of that concert were innocent. They were trying to live their lives and enjoy their lives. They were innocent and we should not take that away.

The man who shot those people does not deserve our hate. By that I mean, we should not let him win by spreading more hate around this situation. Making this into a political agenda and a way to discriminate doesn’t help the victims and it only supports the hate that man was trying to spread.

Instead of spreading the hate, we need to unite together to spread love, so that love truly can conquer all. Just one person showing love to another creates a ripple effect and there are so many simple ways to spread love.

Smile to people on the street, wave to the person in the passing car, call a friend you’ve been thinking about, and/or say a simple prayer.
So, yes, the struggle of hate is real, but so is chocolate, so spread the love and the chocolate to all.
Thanks to: Eternal Home Run; https://eternalhomerun.wordpress.com/2017/10/11/the-hate-struggle/

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