Hate is loud. It dominates headlines, fills conversations, and shapes the way we talk about the world. The loudest voices—the angriest takes, the most divisive opinions—demand attention, and over time, they start to feel like the whole story. But they’re not. Most people aren’t living in a constant state of outrage. They’re showing up, taking care of their own, choosing kindness in ways that don’t make headlines. Hate may grab the mic, but love is still here—steady, real, and unshaken.
The lines got blurred.
I’m a millennial. I remember a time when online and real life were separate things. You logged on, you logged off. The internet was for connecting—forums, chat rooms, message boards. It was a place where conversations happened, but they didn’t define the world. Now, that separation is gone. The internet isn’t just a tool—it’s the place where narratives are built, where sides are drawn, where information is spread and, sometimes, distorted. And in that space, outrage travels faster than truth. Hate gets engagement. Misinformation sticks. The most extreme voices take up the most space, and it starts to feel like they’re the only voices that matter.
But that’s the lie.
Hate has a platform—but it’s not the whole story.
Hate isn’t just noise—it’s been given space to grow. It influences decisions, gets amplified, and in some cases, holds real power. And that has real consequences. So no, people aren’t imagining the weight of it. The frustration, the exhaustion, the fear that things are getting worse—those feelings aren’t misplaced. But power and truth aren’t the same thing. Just because hate gets the most airtime doesn’t mean it’s winning. Just because negativity is profitable doesn’t mean it’s the dominant force in the world.
Most people aren’t waking up looking for a fight. They’re taking care of their families, checking in on their friends, making small choices every day that don’t go viral but still matter.
Hate is loud, but love moves different.
It doesn’t beg for attention. It doesn’t need a title to have influence. It builds, it heals, it shows up—whether there’s an audience or not. Real power isn’t just in the hands of the loudest voices. It’s in the people who show up. The ones who choose decency, not for credit or applause, but because that’s who they are. So don’t let the noise convince you that hate runs the world.
The ones who move with love? We’re still here. And we’re not going anywhere. And whatever you’re making, make it matter. Let your work stand as proof that love isn’t passive—it builds, it shapes, it leaves something better than what was there before.