I don’t want anchovies on my pizza, but I don’t hate them. I don’t care enough about anchovies to hate them.
We have to love something or be scared of losing something we love to hate anything.
I often hate writing.
I hate the thought that I’m going to dedicate my life to doing it, and it doesn’t care about me. I hate it when the words don’t come. I hate that for them to be any good, I have to put myself in them. And I hate that no matter what I do, some people won’t like what they see in them — and they might hate me too.
But I love to hate it.
Just like a sports fan loves to hate their biggest rivals. It’s all part of the game.
It’s no fun hating a rival team that you never get to play, that you never get to score against, that you never get to holler and swear and shout at. It’s no fun when there’s nothing to challenge you.
Some days, we lose, and there are tears. But that just means there’s more war to wage tomorrow.
Find something that you love to hate, and you’ll battle with it forever.