“Lie close,” Laura said,
Pricking up her golden head:
“We must not look at goblin men,
We must not buy their fruits:
Who knows upon what soil they fed
Their hungry thirsty roots?”
A wolf goes for a walk in the woods and meets a dog for the first time
how to forgive others that hurt you? I can’t help to be so filled with spite after experiencing it
That's the neat part: You don't.
If someone hurts you and refuses to aknowledge that they've hurt you, or you know they're going to do that again, you can just stop thinking of them as a person who's capable of choosing to be better. From now on they're like the weather, or chimpanzees - something that's just going to hurt you because of what they are. You won't be disappointed by them if you don't expect any better of them. If a chimp bites you, you can just shrug and think "well, it's a wild animal, what did I expect would happen?"
And the next thing you do is get out of the chimp enclosure and don't go back there again. If you got frostbite the last time you went outdoors in the snow without shoes, because you trusted that the snow wouldn't do that to you, that's unfortunate. But it's worse for you if you keep doing it again and again in hopes that this time the snow won't freeze what's left of your feet.
You don't forgive people who hurt you. You just stop thinking of them as people who are capable of doing better, and protect yourself accordingly.
René Descartes believed that animals do not have souls - that they are machines that have no will of their own, no thoughts, no feelings, no capability to feel true pain, joy or sorrow. They are only clockwork mechanisms made of meat, incapable of doing anything except what they were programmed to do. I don't think that about animals, but that's how I think of my father.
I don't hate him because I didn't think of him as a conscious, thinking and feeling human being who could have done better, and chose not to. He was only a mindless machine made of meat.