So much has been said and written about love, so much more still felt in all heartwarming riches of it but this ultimate expression in eloquence and also the absolute expression of it isn’t by any means the only potent force driving (human) life to fulfilment. The opposite of love might not be hate- or it might be, for all we (don’t) know but that hate still is something as powerful enough as love itself, or almost at least in tending closer to it is a fact indubitable as well. Asserting this power of the hate might occur across connotations far removed from the rosy reaches of love, encompassing instead utter negativity and despair and unhappiness characterised by the blacks and the darks but that only establishes further the ominously unsettling might of it all. Interestingly though, hate still is corroborating of the much lauded love identity in being the occasional opposite of it even when separated from this supposedly most supreme of the emotions by only a very thin line of distinction not just metaphorically but in reality as well.
To the extent that hate can very well come across as not just an emotion however intense it might be but also manifest itself in all prominence as a passion as well much like the way how love dwells on its premise of heartfelt indulgence, these two distinct entities proclaimedly occupying position on the opposite ends of the spectrum might turn out to be more similar than otherwise believed. And thus they incite equally efficiently actions in sheer instinctive adhering to the extent of their awareness, irrational sometimes, overwhelming otherwise but definitely standing true to their basic identity as one nestled within the amalgamation of what one understands as emotion.
Equally alluding to expressions of not so much of the feelant kind would be either of these emotions in occurrence, presenting as something as passive as absolutely hating or loving something on the lines of food or tastes and preferences of whatever sort, emerging therefore as peculiar but resonant still cases in relation to each other. With such striking similarities in tow, it should all boil down to the nature of love and hate in individual assertions of them to eke them out as not just different but also completely at ends with each other. And yet it does not take much for hate to crossover into love and vice versa as would be more than apparent from the many experiences in personal and derived awareness of them, whether in real life or projected through the realms of the reel.
Categorised as emotions in all universal acceptance of their character, both love and hate should essentially entail from the expanses of the heart as far as the realisation of them would be concerned. Venture into realms affiliated to the biological essence of the existential and both are equally clear cut in being definite stemmings from the brain and from the same area of it as well. But these areas of their arising does not happen to overlap and thus love and hate take on strikingly distinct interpretations upon their identity, threatening to outdo each other in validating the extremes of their character albeit in potentially leading to consequences not aligning with each other in spirit and soul in most common cases of encountering.
Intimately and intricately linked with the human brain are these two emotions though not confined to just the human experience, but surely expressing through this particular of the animal species in the most unexpected manner of all extremity. The hate circuit from which emerges this volatile, unpredictable almost flow of emotion and taken to by the human in all indulgence of their personality to the extent that hatred becomes an attitude more than being a experience of the feels, is nestled in that part of the brain where the love wires also are rooted in. In fact some of the nervous circuits triggering hate and love happen to be the exact same as well, residing thus in a commonality that comes across as so evident in a way many diverse modes of their manifestation.
To explore further the more than real basis of such configuration that makes love and hate essentially opposite faces of the same coin calls for a more precise identification of the exact parts of the brain involved in this process in instigating- for good in one case and bad in the other. Loving to hate and even hating in love make for such common experiences of the empirical kind that it comes as no surprise that the parts of the brain called the putamen and the insula making up one facet of the hate circuit also tend to be activated by the utter experience of romantic love. With such profound similarities in tow both in the physical and psychological basis of what guides the desire for love and hate, what is it that still sets apart these two dimensions of the same significance but never for one coming to rest in the exact same stature in identification?
The answer seems to reside in the thin line indeed that has for so long been pervading this dual dealing with distinct entities each as potent as the other. To hate is to love sums up almost in all accuracy the permeating essence of each when it comes to projecting itself upon the other with of course some finely defined distinctions but demonstrating still similar tendencies in threatening to consume the entirety of those from whom it stems. The only thing that sets apart the biological mechanism through which love and hate functions by virtue of their beginnings in the brain relates though to the psychological nature of them.
The distinction seems to be derived out of the way that love and hate acts in this certain case as polar opposites indeed of each other by deactivating brain areas associated with judgement in the feels of the former and activating the same in cases when the latter takes over the divisions of the heart. And thus it transpires, hate as an antidote to love and so indeed the other way as well even when treading still prominently enough the individual trails of both in their intersection leading to specifically intriguing paradoxes of the kind encompassed by the far too common fore of love hate relationships.
This similarity to which love and hate are necessarily inclined to despite all the ‘dictates’ of what conspires to set them apart means that even the reason of their emergence can be identical in certain cases. Or so as to say, the ‘non reason’ of the being of each of these emotions can be equally valid and substantial as well. Catering to the certain understanding of the inexplicable that which is rather ordinary a construct within the love horizon as is evident from such oft uttered proclamations in love that defy mostly all reasons of its springing in the heart. Hate is more defined a case in exploration in this regard but it is not unusual still to sometimes hate someone or something with all the intensity of one’s heart without really harbouring a specific reason for that purpose. Equally human an instinct, or rather one of the very living kind is it to self love and self hate, in whatever extents of its assertion and also not be consistent with it as well.
Interestingly as well, even when hate is not conforming to the grounds of non existent triggers, it does not mean that the basis of its stemming rests upon the premise of what drives one to experience this emotion of the extreme. Hate can also be all pervasive a feeling no less poignant than love itself but of course with repercussions that do not obviously occur as favourably- if at all that is. Remarkable also is the way in which hate can inflict harm on the self just as love brings upon glow also on oneself. But perhaps most revealing a characteristic of hate happens to be the one encountered in its arising for almost everything around us with or without a (seemingly) valid point to drive this experience in negativity.
Everything from psychological disturbances caused by stress and anxiety to something more innate like one’s inborn personality as well as experiences of high volatility like mood swings can all lead one to harbour a general hatred for nothing in particular but encompassing instead the whole of everything. But as an emotion ‘versatile’ enough to emerge from reasons of varied nature, most starkly evident in its breeding even upon the grounds of something as unconducive to its prevalence as love, hate is indeed a feeling of veritable complexity embedded within.
Never embodying an essence unidimensional and taking on therefore different reiterations as the case might be, composed of varying percentages of a wide many strands of what draws upon the entire range of the emotional is hate that is a fickle a realisation as it is immersive an experience. Threatening at times to consume the very basis of one’s existence but ‘needed’ still in helping love advance further its praise in positivity even when it is neither the exact opposite nor the absolute absence of it, hate assumes a peculiarity that does justice to the underlying principle guiding its fostering- of being an entity not just necessary for love to unfurl but also more inextricably related to it.