This kind of love is stronger than hate

Written by Rachael Skyring

Rachael Skyring is a Curious Woman. Committed carer. Deep thinker. Energy navigator. Stubborn AF. Bonus very late diagnosed AuDHD. With postgraduate degrees in Astrophysics and Rocket Science, she's spent the last twenty years as mostly a Montessori Mum, the last ten honing her metaphysical quantum brain surgery skills through mindful movement and embodiment practices. Whoever you want to be, and wherever you want to go next, Rachael can start you on your way. The sky's no limit. Let's begin!

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9 March 2026

Recently i have been thinking about the insipid tragic romance of the Cure’s How Beautiful You Are.

This week, thrown into contrast with Bad Bunny’s triumphant SuperBowl show, its narrowness and isolation are even more evident.

You want to know why I hate you

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Promised to each other that we’d always think the same

Two souls as one

Mute and utter joy

Filled my heart with shame for us at the way we are

I turned to look at you to read my thoughts upon your face

Deep into your eyes so beautiful and strange

Until you spoke and showed me understanding is a dream

“I hate these people staring make them go away from me”

The fathers eyes said beautiful..

Filled my heart with sadness for the way we are

No one ever knows or loves another

The love here (is it love?) is sensitive, fragile

Hate, shame, sadness, are named emotions.

Pity is implied.;

No one ever knows or loves another.

The actors are all frozen, isolated in their own worlds.

The lovers disconnected from each other and the family seeing them.

Who still see beauty, even as the lovers fall apart, broken by the shame and sadness they carry alone

Metastasized into hate.

It is a tragedy of isolation and perceived unbridgeable difference, distance.

Observed with bowed head. Be warned. Be careful what you say. Think before you speak.

This is a story I know well, i understand the words, the nuance and culture of it all.

(Robert Smith inspired by Beaudelaire’s Eyes of the Poor)

Contrast with the vigorous upbeat show of the Bad Bunny songs and story.

Here there is no shame, no pity.

There is grief and anger and love and laughter.

These are proud people, working together, against whatever comes.

And inviting us all in.

The energy is electric.

I barely understand a word.

I don’t have to –

There is a whole social media feed explaining to me the joy this music brings people who rarely see centre stage.

AND I can feel the music.

Its depth and complexity the more because I have some sense of what it means to people I don’t know.

People will never forget the way you make them feel.

Maya Angelou.

So i was 20 in 1989. Impressionable. This song went in deep. That tragic isolated kind of romantic love is wired into my conditioning. Doubly so for being the kind of person who tends to not say the thing others are thinking, much as i’ve tried. Neurodivergent you see, i just don’t get it.

So at perpetual risk of never being known or loved. And worse, hated and pitied.

Now, 37 years later (you do the math), I have lived that tragedy long enough.

Now the invitation to be a part of a bigger picture, where there is no shame, no pity.

There is anger and grief and love and laughter and movement and energy and pride and hope and determination.

That appeals to me way more.

And that diverse, inclusive community also.

Even though it scares me.

And I remember that I don’t have to go all in. I don’t have to lose myself in that dream either.

I do what i can, with what I’ve got, day in, day out.