Hate is nothing. It has no power because it is no power; it is the denial of power and the celebration of weakness. To hate something declares that you can neither love it nor withstand it. To hate something erodes your grip on life.
Love sex, because it feels good. Love your best friend for feeling good, his body or her body in your arms, his words in your ears, her breath on your neck. Love your family for feeling good, the hot dinner or the lively conversation or all the familiar formulas of cohabitation. Love solitude for feeling good, the cool rush of the wind, the hot glaze of sun and sweat, the way you can truly inhabit your body when there is nothing else around. Love the world, for it feels good, whether you stand on top of Lafayette Mountain, looking across a wooded gorge six thousand feet deep to the Presidents Range, or lie in the sand on the beach of North Carolina's Outer Banks. Love innocence, because looking at the grinning laughing erupting face of a three-year-old, you know no one could be happier. Love experience, because when your great-uncle shares his last laugh with his best friend of eighty-two years the day before he dies, you know no one could mean it more.
Love life, because there is no better way to learn. Love life, because there is no other way to live.