On The Death Of Osama Bin Laden: The Destructive Power of Hate
Everyone is all a twitter about the death of Osama Bin Laden. If you take a peak at any social networking site, you’ll notice comments that range from “Yippy, he’s dead” to “I feel kind of bad for the dude”, and everyone in between attacking each other with their opinions.
Personally, I’ve stayed far away from anything involving the aftermath of 9/11. That might make me an irresponsible citizen, but I couldn’t get involved for fear of losing my sanity. Give me another decade and I might be ready to read a book about the goings on regarding the shitstorm that hit the world after those planes hit their target.
His death neither makes me sad or happy. I do however feel compassion for the man… Don’t mistake compassion for approval, I don’t particularly like the guy nor do I support his actions, but you have to feel something for a person (and many others on both sides of these wars) who is consumed by hate.
Have you ever felt profound anger towards someone? Have you ever felt hate permeate every fiber of your being? If you have, and I’m sure everyone has had occasion to feel something like anger, hate, jealousy, and resentment, you know how painful those feelings can be. They take up all your thoughts, tense up your body and make it impossible to breathe and relax. Negative feelings, unlike positive ones like love and compassion, seem to have the special ability to dig their claws in your being and never letting go. Imagine living like that all the time?
Osama Bin Laden was a man consumed by hate, and he was also one of the most hated men in all of the US. All these people holding on to all this hate… So horrible, so difficult. I don’t wish that on anyone. I think it’s sad when you can find joy in the death of someone, whoever they may be. It doesn’t solve anything, it doesn’t change anything. The death of Osama Bin Laden is not some magical solution that all of a sudden makes everything alright.
If anything, if wish people would take three breaths, pause, and think about this. Try to imagine and feel all this hate inside of you, what it means, how it resonates, all the pain it creates, and maybe you’ll be able to muster up a little compassion for all the people in the world (including you and me) who are stuck in this cycle of hate and anger. I don’t want to stay stuck. How about you?