Love and hatred?

These days I've been pondering if love is really the most powerful source of primal strength. If love really motivates us the way it is supposed to. If our main actions are guided by the capacity of receiving and giving love. Or if is only a thing that happens to me, that I am the one who needs to be fixed because sadly, I don't think love is guiding my hand, or my thoughts, at least not lately. 

Love is nowhere as impactful as hatred, I think. Even tho hundreds of writers and poets insist on the opposite, their logic can only (and in some scenarios) be applied to the romantic field. To hate, to be hated... You could have 1 million people telling you all about your best qualities, how remarkable your achievements are, everything good you are and will be, and yet, one single ghastly comment can make it all look meaningless. Love works hard but hate works harder because while love takes its time to build a place where to put its roots, exist and expand, hate can come as fast and strong as a wrecking ball and destroy it all in the blink of and eye. Yes, love persist, it grows again after sometime, but believing that just because you reinforce it with some more sparkles and shiny ornaments it is safe from hate, is pretty naive. And I'm not saying this to appear edgy, I lovee to loveeee. I love loving and I love to feel loved, but when it is time for my love to be wrecked to its roots as if it was nothing but a mere ilusion... I just can't seem to handle it. 

Why is love never enough? 

Oh, I am not refering to romantic love. 

Love as a whole, you know.

Humanitarian love.

Love for animals.

Whatever your brain pictures when you think of it. 

I love sharks sm.

A1: Sorry about the typos, it's 2:51 AM  and I don't have grammarly installed.