Who needs love or hate?

The short answer is everyone. Yeah, sounds cheesy, but it's one of those things you only think about when your time is ticking. So let's just talk about what I've learned with it.
Put lightly, even the people who we hate need it. I spent so much time hating my middle school english teacher until I found out that the reason he was so damn harsh on my stories was because he thought I had potential to be the next Roald Dahl. Since then, he became my mentor until the day I went on to high school.
I've dated a lot of girls (yet never managed to get any further than 2nd base. Wait, what's the definition on second base again? When I was 8 it was kissing a girl on the lips and I think now it's like making out with no clothes as people sharing your prom hotel room watch). Some relationships fizzled, and some flared before they had to end. And a few ended up making a lot of hate and anger between people who used to be close.
At this stage of my life (which could be the late for me), I came to realize that a lot of our hatred towards those we love is created by fear. No matter the cause you think, it's fear.
Fear of commitment.
Fear of being used.
Fear of being wrong.
Fear of not being worth it.
This isn't just about those who you were romantic with. Let's be honest. Some guys fight it out with their parents because of some of those fears.
I actually spent a night calling all the people I've known. The teacher from middle school passed on (he was a British World War II vet). Some of my ex's got married after high school. Some are pursuing their degrees and masters. My former best friend who snuck into the high school afterdark and I had to go bail him out (thus emptying my savings I had been building up for a car) is working at a construction company.
And honestly, I just talked about the good times, the bad, and the honest fact that I don't regret knowing them. In all honesty, the good times and bad times just meant I had a full life.
Granted, if someone genuinely hurts you, like beats the hell out of you, or stabs you in the back and leaves you alone and hurting, you're justified to hate them.
But honestly, at the end of your life, the hate won't matter, and all you'll focus on is the love. Even the ones that didn't go both ways.
Lesson of the day: Forget the hate. If they haven't truly done anything to hurt you, then it's just wasting energy that could be used to put more love and positiveness into the universe.
If you have any suggestions for the next rant, let me know. I may actually have a view on it.