Behind the door of hate, we often find, a soul that is hurting, and rather than dealing directly with their pain, by addressing that pain and hurt in a meaningful way, they seemingly prefer to strike out at others with hateful words, hateful actions, and a hateful spirit. While those that hate seem to believe that they have justification for that hate, in the sense that the other is deserving of their disdain and loathing, the reality of the situation is that their hateful actions is actually masking the real pain that they are unwilling to address within their psyche.
That is to say, far too many people, do not desire to constructively deal with their own sins and wrongs, by therefore resolving to make the concentrated effort to be a better person, and thereby working diligently on getting to where they need to be. Their preference, seems to be, to ignore their imperfections and errors, and instead to concentrate on attacking others as the reason that their life is unsatisfactory, under the mistaken notion that these others are somehow precluding them from having a happy and satisfying life. Yet, all this hate, that hurts others, and brings harm to others, does not, at the end of the day, bring either lasting happiness or satisfaction to the person inflicting that hate, though such may for a moment or two, receive a boost to their self-respect, but such is fleeting and temporary, for the roots of the cause of this hate has not been successfully addressed.
People hate, not necessarily because they are hateful, but they hate because hating is that easy road to take, of which, by lashing out at others, and especially those others, that make for an easy target, appears to be something that is both accomplishable as well as being something that appears to satiate that perceived need for hate. However, the deep well of hate, once drawn upon, is found to be a well that is endless and further it is a well that demands obeisance -- so that many that start with just the seeds of hate find that they ultimately reap that unrestrained whirlwind of hate that thereupon consumes them, but does not ever quench their thirst.
Those that hate, seldom have just one solitary target in mind for their hate, but rather are able to morph that hate into all sorts of targets and subjects, because they do not wish to ever relent from that hate, for they do not desire to deal constructively with the root cause of their hate. This signifies, that those that hate, hold onto that hate, in order to preclude themselves from facing who and what they really are, for without that hate, they will be forced to look within, and to recognize that the primary fuel of that hate, has always been the pain, hurt, and frustration of their own life. So that, without that hate, they will have to face the music, and the song so played, will be the song of the hurts and responsibilities abandoned within their life, that they have failed to addressed in a constructive and meaningful manner, leaving them bereft and alone, and thereby suffering with that pain that will not seemingly ever go away.