How can you despise the view of a dream coming true. What is the purpose of the hatred you feel, a hatred so pure, so intense you are able to get angry. Resilience is not in your internal dictionary shelf. Nor is confusion thought that is what you embrace. I will never understand those who experience an emotional splurge so sick and pestilent because of somone’s mundane and true happiness. What can lead someone to point a hateful finger to a person and say “I hate him because he looks happy/inlove/enjoying the moment”?