When will we finally be able to move on? When can we leave this negative thinking and the hate behind to see that we all have common goals and the desire to be loved.
Why are we so scared to admit it?
We don't have common goals. February 2015, I was treated to a collection of visions pertaining to Earth's future. But the more important message was that time didn't exist. Groundhog Day - the reliving of the same day over and over - is reality. But the most accurate description is that there's only one day, hour, minute and second, and it never ends. The sun never sets, and it never rises. Getting into bed and going to sleep won't take you anywhere.
What do you mean by negative thinking? Hate is the sensation of identifying opposition to your will - getting rid of it implies either the fruition of your will, or the modification of your will. Either you surmount, or you submit.
And if you keep submitting, you'll always submit. People make informal, verbal contracts to prevent you from making your dreams a reality. There's something in some people as well that makes them crave the submission of other beings, or blinds them to the pain that accompanies submission - I don't know which.
Hermits isolate themselves because they realise how interaction fundamentally involves submission. No being who cares about others would want to do something that causes pain, and willing submission isn't real submission.
Love is the desire to become or be with something - Buddhist attachment is love. Within Buddhism, rebirth happens because of attachment - you crave things, and reincarnate after death within a context where you can bask in what you love. If a man loves women too much, he'll be reborn as one. You can't look at your own eyes, or touch a fingertip with that same fingertip - one hand washes the other. As a woman, the man can't observe himself, just as a mountain can't be seen from it's own peak. So, as a woman, he craves men - and is then reincarnated as a man.
What is he seeking? It's not love - it's fusion with the Other without becoming the Other. It's to see through the eyes and feel through the fingertips of the Other, but to look upon the Other from the outside.