I used to believe that when it comes to love and hate, right and wrong, good and evil; the notions were night and day.

And though I still believe that there are very clear distinctions between each pair of opposing ideas, I have begun to question such simple binaries.

Our progenitors committed acts of violence and hatred that we still commit today.

For that reason, I pray evil isn’t congenital, and hope that perhaps at the acme of human evolution, we will no longer be confounded by our differences, as to live in harmony.

Until then, it is incumbent on all decent people to combat hate in as many small ways as they can.

Presently, I believe that being apathetic to the plight of others is one of the greatest wrongdoings a person can commit.

Sadly, I have been told that I am often aloof and closed off to circumstances of love.

And though I consider myself empathetic, being inured to pain and consequently skeptical of love is an uphill battle for me.

Ergo, I continually reflect.

And in my quest for rectification, I have come to realize that the opposite of love is not hate; but indifference.

I have discovered a bifurcation in my nature, wherein I can either continue my inordinately stolid methods of expressing my feelings, or I can choose the more challenging path towards growth of self.

Thus, each day I strive to shed layers of cold insouciance and extend acts of love, lest I succumb to the former. 

To cheapen myself to being detached and dispassionate would be recreant.

For fear of heartbreak should not repudiate Meliorism.

Perchance a little more love could make the world a better place.