Love is my weapon. Not my secret weapon but my actual armor. Though it is abstract, it is my equipment, my shield, the sheath to my sword, and my blade. I’ve been saved through and by love, healed by love and fighting for love.
Hate, my adversary, is constantly trying to break my protection. Hate takes on the form of the ones I love and the people I am constantly surrounded by. I am always at war with Hate and it always wants to find a way to terminate me:
One blow strikes my shield.
Another breaks the blade of my sword.
And the final blow gets rid of any defense I had remaining.
Therefore, I am rid of all I believe in. Hate convincingly whispers in my ear: ”You’re one heck of hypocrite. Just go back to the little barbarian you used to be. Come on, someone else called you the ”N” word: if they put you in a position of pain and segregation, it is your duty to scar them. END them.”
Hate doesn’t know that I am aware of its diabolical contract. I know that Hate wants to embody someone to cause destruction. It’s choosing me. I have no choice to look at it in the eye for my armor of love is completely lost in the battlefield. Hate approaches me thinking it will reign triumphant.
I shake hands with it and I crush it slowly.
”Goodbye, Jealousy.” I whisper. It’s disappearing.
”Goodbye, Fist Fights.” I speak. It’s disappearing.
”Goodbye, Selfishness.” I project. It’s disappearing.
”Goodbye, Hate!” I exclaim. It’s gone.
I am now left in the battlefield where I’ve defeated Hate. I look at my love which is scattered all around me. I see that the remaining pieces of Hate (Jealousy, Wrath, Selfishness, Betrayal, Anger, Rebellion, Racism and Terrorism) slowly pick up the pieces to my loving armor. When they are in contact with the pieces of my armor, they are transformed into beautiful life-changing qualities. They become: Faith, Joy, Perseverance, Compassion, Peace, Patience, Honesty and Loyalty.
They gather around me and form my equipment. These soulful qualities become my equipment. I armed ultimately with love.
Because I am stronger than Hate, I side with LOVE. I am aware that hate is only the absence of love.
Love carries none of the extra stress related conditions that hate calls for. Love comes in different forms. My two favourites: I only know in French. L’amour Agapé (unconditional love) and l’amour continuelle (continuous love). Though I could only think of what I believed in through an imaginary world, I honestly have no better way to explain it. Hate is always trying to get me six feet under but love always finds a way to get to me. With the world as my battlefield, I know that if I am armed with love, and any hate-driven external forces do not have power over me.