Quam est felix vita quae sine odiis transit!
(Publilius Syrus, Sententia 547)

How happy is the life which crosses over without hatred!

(pron = kwahm ehst FAY-liks WEE-tah kwai SEE-neh OH-dees TRAHN-sit)

Comment: I am pretty sure that it is impossible to pass through life without
experiencing hatred, and I am not sure that it is desirable.

When I think of the times, situations and individuals for whom I have felt
hatred, I cannot think of a single instance in which the hatred did not arise
in me because of some wound. Most often, the wound was to my own ego.
Sometimes, the wounding was actually of someone else, but I was attached to
that someone else, somehow, and so the hatred arose out of their wounding, and
my sharing in the wounded. Still, my own sense of self was at stake. My
feelings were on the defense to protect me against the perceived threat.

It might be a good thing to be able to pass through an entire life and never
feel defensive about oneself, and therefore, never feel hatred. But those are
also all the times that I have opportunity to really look at who I am. Not all
the threats that I have perceived to my ego have been bad. Most, in fact, have
actually been healthy challenges, and the rising hatred in me became disturbing
enough to force me to look at that, and to let go into some new understanding,
some new experience of being in the world and in relationships. Even the
threats that seem to come from hostile individuals have functioned that way for
me. There is a reason to be defensive around hostile people, but I have found
that even in dealing with some really hostile person, there is a shift and a
change in me that can happen if I tend to how I am reacting to the hostility.

I am trying to say that hatred arising in us can be a finger pointing to some
important stuff if we are willing to pay attention to it. But, it is only a
finger pointing. Focusing on hatred, or insisting that it be deleted from our
experience would be a mistake. Ignoring a pointing finger would be, too.