I want to create a world that doesn't create things like me. I want to make people better so that they will disgust me less.
You know, you see what you want to see. You see in others what you see in yourself.
Humans are a paradox. The existence of tremendous good and tremendous wickedness simultaniously, somehow managing to exist in a single body without tearing into two halves, with a garble of skin and tissue in between. All of us are like that. The best, and the worst. I'm like that. You're like that.
You cannot make the world less disgusting when you are focused on that which is wicked. Especially not if you are focusing on it from within yourself.
Don't make the world less disgusting. Make it more beautiful.
I know it is not that simple. I know hatred has the compelling and beautiful ability to multiply itself, to force ones body to subsist on seemingly thin air, laced only with itself.
But you're still dying. The only difference is that you, the important you, the mind and the soul, are dying faster than the body. Hatred is just numbing it. If that were what you deserved, you wouldn't desire to change anything at all. Those truly worth hating can't feel hate. They are hate. Only the loving can feel it. Paradox.
It is worth it to be faced with nothingness, a self seemingly made of nothing but an inverted hole, and to work up, though it's painful in a way similar to how I imagine birth to be, would but we could remember.
It's worth it because that is the only way to affect the change you desire. And to stop the pain. Other feelings will come. You just have to want them enough to let go of the pain, and wait.