Thoughts on the angry, hateful people in the world:

I just can't fathom what turns humans into monsters.  No joy of existence, no appreciation for the impossible, beyond-words beauty of reality.  

Instead of humbly accepting these undeserved gifts, they throw tantrums and lash out at others. Lash out to punish them for their worlds being so horrible, as if the minor irritation of difficulties in their world, (which more than likely are due to the person themselves) vastly outweigh the incomparable gifts.  

Their worlds are not horrible.  They just refuse to see the achingly beautiful magic they hold already, in their own hands. Refuse to see that others are made of that same magic.