What If The Things You Hate Didn't Exist Today?

What if the things you hate didn’t exist today?

🌱 Seeded by CJB today

Have you ever really thought about that?

I know I go on about this, but it’s true — I’m 51 as I write this, and modern society seems to be making “being old” less and less okay.

Quick root-growth digression: I was watching some BBC Archive films from the 1960s the other day, and something struck me — people over 40 weren’t just in the frame, they were central to it. Their voices were sought out, their opinions valued. They were listened to. No one seemed anxious about “aging looks.” They wore their years — and their knitted cardigans — with pride. Quirky hats from another era sat comfortably on their heads, and not a facelift was in sight.

Point is, I remember a time when elders were at the heart of the community. Maybe you’re reading this and thinking: I LOVE the elderly, what are you talking about? I hope so. And I hope you take that passion today and act on it. Visit your elderly neighbour. Call your relative. Show them they matter.

Back to the seed 🌱… because my little moan there is actually a good example:
We all have things we hate.

So — what do you hate?
A politician?
The way healthcare is run?
Growing older?
School?
Your commute?

Hate — a funny word

hate /heɪt/
verb
1. feel intense dislike for. “The boys hate each other.”

I write a lot of poetry about not hating — but that’s not the full truth. Hate can be healthy, if you use it in a loving and positive way.

And the quickest way to test this is to ask yourself:

What If The Things You Hate Didn’t Exist Today?

Imagine:
You wake up. The sun is shining. Your perfect leader is in power. The country runs perfectly. No one is homeless. Healthcare is flawless. Birds are singing.

Sounds nice, right?

You walk to the park — no litter, no dog poop. You look out at the sea and see thousands of sharks swimming peacefully alongside dolphins, squid, and every sea creature. They’re all smiling. Nobody eats anyone else anymore. Bliss!

You go home to your 326-year-old husband (two years older than you) — he’s stuck on the toilet again. But of course, nobody can die anymore, because everything you hate is gone.

And you’re both living in a 5m x 5m home, because without death, the population exploded and space ran out.

Okay, I’ll stop.
I know my examples are over the top, but you see my point — a life without anything to hate might not be as “utopian” as it sounds.

The truth is:

🌱 You need to hate your job sometimes to push yourself toward a job — a life — you truly love.

🌱 You need that dog poop on your shoe once in a while to remember it’s rare now (most people do pick up).

🌱 And sometimes that “thing you hate” has a backstory — maybe the dog owner had a sudden heart attack… and maybe they’re your own parent.

Hate, in its healthiest form, is rocket fuel for growth. Everyone’s list of “hates” and “loves” will differ — and that’s fine. Politics is basically proof of that.

🚿 My nan used to say, “Things will come out in the wash.”
⌛ I say, “Time will tell!”
And maybe you have your own saying — tell me on social media (link below).

Because here’s what I believe: good always comes back into focus.

Tomorrow is VJ Day. My grandad was a Japanese Prisoner of War. He survived. He hated much of what he went through — but he used that hate to grow toward love, because he knew love was stronger.

So today, don’t let hate pull you down. When you feel it, act on that soulful calling to make the world just a little more how you wish it could be.

Let this seed root. 🌱
(Hey primal 🦍 egos—that's root 🌱 not rot!! 💩)

Right. Gotta grow! 🌱
Lots of love,
CJB 💚