Liking someone is unexpected, and having them is the beginning of losing them.
Before the unexpected happens, no one believes that person truly exists in this world. Seeing them makes your heart race, and not seeing them makes you desperately miss them. Being together is freedom and happiness, but breaking up is unbearable pain. Trying to forget is impossible, and trying to let go is futile. When liking happens and ends, the person who stays behind cannot let go, cannot bear to part, cannot forget, and can only enter the dilemma of not being able to enter the realm of love.
Losing the ability to like someone means that you can never love another sincere person again, in other words, you can never forget the previous sincere person. Even if a new love comes along, the old love remains like a mountain, unshakable and immovable, as if it is deeply rooted in the heart. To like someone and not be able to have them is to lose the ability to like someone.
Liking is selfless devotion without considering gains or losses, and being liked is accepting affection with righteousness. Having walked the muddy road of liking, I know that the road is difficult, emotions are hard to sustain, and love is difficult to endure. After going through it, my legs are covered in mud stains, and in the end, it is all in vain, leaving me exhausted and heartbroken. With experience and lessons learned, if faced with the choice of "liking someone" and "being liked by someone" again, I would rather be a little cowardly and have less courage, and choose a path that is easier to walk. With each step, I will walk on the sunny avenue of being liked by someone. Liking someone recklessly is a battle, while being liked by someone wisely is a retreat. Battle is bravery, retreat is self-preservation. There is no one who is more courageous and admirable than another. Sometimes, "having a better life, being happier oneself" and "exercising the ability to like, pursuing love" are two different things.
Is liking important? Yes, it is important, but not as important as one might think. The bride stands by his side, holding his hand, with unmistakable liking and love in her eyes, like water overflowing from a rain-filled basin in the courtyard, uncontrollably spilling out. She likes him, and he chooses to be liked.
Losing the ability to like someone means understanding that becoming a couple is a fairy tale, mutual affection is rare, and life is often difficult. In the choice between liking and being liked, choose the path that is easier to walk.
When young and reckless, we squander our liking and lack self-assurance. Simply liking someone and easily starting a relationship, in an intimate relationship, we see our own impatience and tenderness, strength and vulnerability, confidence and insecurity. Love is not all-powerful, but it cannot be denied that love is a mysterious force that heals broken hearts, saves suffering souls, and illuminates each other in the darkness. It seems that many uncertainties about oneself, the world, time, and the universe can be determined when liking occurs.
Being certain that one is exercising the ability to like someone, being certain that the world is a container of love because one is being liked, being certain that the beauty of time lies in the progression of liking, being certain that the universe is no longer vast but consists of two people in love. Because of liking, even a lonely existence receives attention, and a self-conscious soul becomes confident and soaring. Liking someone is a construction, a construction of oneself. Every time we like someone, we find a piece of the puzzle about ourselves. Slowly piecing it together, we see ourselves clearly, as we truly are.
If a person loses the ability to like someone, it means that their self-confidence, self-strength, and self-consistency are already sufficient. The gears that operate alone have long been accustomed to walking through the torrential rain, experiencing the loneliness of the night, and crossing the turbulent river alone. The idea of seeking warmth, mutual encouragement, and sharing hardships no longer exists.
In the self-growing universe of freedom, liking is not necessary, and one can still live without love.
Is that so?
Perhaps it is, perhaps it is not. But what can be determined is that a person will not lose the ability to like someone. If they do, it is only a temporary excuse for forgetting. The so-called "losing the ability to like someone" is more like a pessimistic statement. In the next spring, the expiration of despair, liking may sprout again.