The paradox of hate

By Victor M Fontane

“You need to hate the world enough to want to change it, but love it enough to consider it worthwhile.”

Viktor Frankl watched his wife die without being able to say goodbye.

He saw his father give up from hunger.

Watched good men turned into beasts,

and beasts disguised as authority.

Day after day, they stripped him of everything.

Of his clothes.

Of his name.

Of his dignity.

Of his faith.

And yet... they didn't break it.

Because yes, Frankl hated what he saw.

Hated that sick world, that rotten system.

But at the same time...

he loved life so much, he refused to let it be wasted.

"Who has a why to live,

can take almost any how. ”

He didn't say it afterwards, in a comfortable cafe.

He wrote it on the skin of suffering.

With the frozen meat.

With a broken soul.

And yet... she chose to rebuild himself.

Not for revenge.

But to make sense of the pain.

The teaching:

Hating injustice doesn't make you dangerous.

The dangerous thing is when that hate runs without direction.

The world is full of barren rage, that shouts but does not build.

Frankl taught something else:

That real change is born from fire, but it only survives when there's enough love not to burn it all down.

If that fire lives in you,

use it to light the way, not burn it.