Love, Hate and Tolerance
The world is not so nice for we not only have LOVE, but also have HATE, between love and hate is TOLERANCE.
No doubts that lots of people think the most beaufiful flower in the world is rose, while I think it is lily, of which I do appreciate the simplicity and the purity. The fascinating fragrance of rose, the kinds of colors, the meanings of representation, and so forth, make it take the first place in the plant kingdom. I’m convinced, however, that there’s still something excelling rose, and that is LOVE. Love is a special unseen strong power, which can touch the hearts of toughs, transfer the ashes after an earthquake into a nicer homestead, or make the heavens and the ocean bluer, and the forests, greener. Life is pretty nice, indeed, for we have love, which were taken away, the world were nothing but a desert without days.
It is generally accepted that the most poisonous snake is cobra. But do you not think there is something that is more poisonous than cobra?
Yes, I do, and that is HATE. Hate can make the Untied States blockade Cuba; hate can ignite the tinder of African rebel armies; hate can make the streets in Iraq stained with blood, and hate can end your life. If the world were full enough of love, we could set aside excessive power politics or economic interests, pass our love to the utmost to others instead, then, in Africa, hunger were not that much, in Iraq, we heard not too sound of explosion, and in the earth, we saw not so many tears and looks in despair. Hate is devil, love creates everything, while hate destroys everything.
I believe all the way that there must be a connection between love and hate, and that is TOLERANCE. Tolerance is just like the neck of a bottle, the more wide, the more water flows, and more oases in deserts. Each person has his own bottleneck of tolerance; how wide yours is desides how much hate you can drain out of your mind, how much love you can share, and how many oases you can see. I’m convinced most people prefer oases to ruins; I believe that the rising level of the sea will fall one day, that the hunger, in Africa, besetting my brothers and sisters, will disappear for ever, that the bombs in Iraq will become stuff of a historical museum.
P.S.
The moment I see the TV pictures of hunger in Africa, I’m sorry for that. I hope, one day, I could be given a chace to work in Africa. You know something? This idea is always abiding with me, I just hope I could do something for them to improve their life. And I think the world needs more love of all of us.
