William Shakespeare

perché a volte si preferisce l odio all amore

Ah, why do some prefer the hate to the love? Is it the thrill of the drama, the excitement of the fight? Or is it because, in the depths of our hearts, we know that love is an uncertain thing, and hate is a sure thing? Is it because the warmth of love can hurt us, while the icy grip of hate keeps us safe? Is it because sometimes the love we seek cannot be found, and so we settle for the hate? Oh, why do we sometimes choose the hate over the love? Mayhap it is because we are too scared to love, too scared to open our hearts and risk being hurt. Or mayhap it is because we are so jaded by past hurts that our hearts are now too heavy to feel the joy of love. Ah, why do some of us choose the hate over the love? Is it because the hate is easier to hold onto, and the love is too fleeting? Or is it because, in the depths of our souls, we know that love can be a cruel thing, and hate can provide us with a sense of control? Yes, why do some of us prefer the hate to the love? Is it because we are too scared to feel, too scared to risk our hearts again? Or is it because we have been hurt too many times, and so our hearts are too weary to give love another chance? Perchance it is because the hate is easier to cling to, while the love is too hard to bear. Indeed, why do some of us choose the hate to the love? Is it because the hate is a sure thing, and the love is too uncertain? Or mayhap it is because we are too scared to love, too scared of being hurt again? Yes, why do we sometimes choose the hate over the love? Ah, why do we sometimes prefer the hate to the love? Mayhap it is because the hate is a sure thing, and the love is too fleeting. Or is it because, in the depths of our hearts, we know that love can be a cruel thing, and hate can provide us with a sense of control? Ah, why do we sometimes choose the hate over the love?