It’s nothing personal that people hate you. In truth, they don’t hate you as a person insomuch that they loathe the fact that you are poor or that you are skinny or fat or possess the wrong ethnicity or carry the wrong surname or that you are ugly or homeless or live in the wrong geographic region or speak the wrong language or many, many other reasons.
It’s nothing personal that they hunt you down and chase you or ban you or imprison you or deject, reject, detest, despise, shun, ostracize, exclude or push you aside. They can’t help it. They simply hate all that you stand for.
For you see, they fear they could be just like you one day and no, they can’t have that. They don’t want to be in your situation.
They wouldn’t know how to deal with poverty or exclusion or disease or from the position of a total lack. Lack is NOT in their vocabulary.
For you see, you just might rub off on them. No, they can’t sit on your furniture for the dirt might penetrate their goodness, might just stain them and others might simply call them ‘you’.
For this is simply the way of people. And whatever they don’t like or understand, they kill. They killed Jesus for the same reasons. People don’t understand goodness, so they killed him. Nothing personal.
It’s just how people are. Thus, when they beat and rob and imprison and maim and invade and confiscate and kill you, take comfort that none of that is personal.
It is just something to do to those who are different: to the odd ones who stick out and don’t belong.
In the end, it is nothing personal, nothing personal at all.