A hater is someone who will heckle you even if it means sacrificing the joy of others for their own momentary, selfish pleasure.

A hater is someone who believes you will amount to nothing when you, classically defined, are already some-thing.

A hater is the incarnation of Pressfield’s “resistance” and will come between you and that high and noble thing you were made to do.

A hater will oppose you by ignoring, disparaging, belittling, sabotaging, and otherwise maligning the good name of the path you’ve received, the path at the end of which you will help many, many others in this world.

A hater is petty: they think only of the small and insignificant.

A hater consumes. They say “feed me, feed me” as would a baby dragon. They know not how to produce, to make, to restore.

A hater trolls. They try to get you worked up over things that do not matter so that those things that DO matter get put on the sidelines. The more time you waste interacting with them, the more time you justify both their hateful existence and their disintegration of your own inherent goodness.

A hater is a drama queen. Their work is not about the work and those it will help. Their work is about riding the aftershocks of their own emotional rampage. They know not what peace feels like.

A hater cannot admit wrongdoing. In fact, they cannot conceive of anyone else being more right than they. Why doesn’t everyone else “see through” the things they see? Why doesn’t everyone else notice how the world conspires against them?

A hater cannot conceive of giving more than they take.

A hater, in short, is all of us before that fine moment when we decide to come alive. The world doesn’t need bad men to become good. It needs dead men to come alive.

So find that which makes you come alive, friends.

And then share that life.