They always say that adults are emotionally distant, and I’ve never known how to argue against it. Indeed, after growing up, I found that love becomes particularly scarce; no longer desperately cling to it, nor obsessively believe in it. Even making my heart move becomes a difficult thing.

Last night, I suddenly understood that, in our youth, our misunderstanding of the world and our passion could only be expressed through love. That’s why we place all our faith in one person, longing for life and death, obsessing over changing ourselves and the other, with sincere devotion, hoping that the impossible can be achieved.

But after experiencing more, I’ve come to draw strength from different emotions and see the world more clearly.

As a child, I thought I couldn’t get along with the same sex; later, I gradually understood that sharing a common destiny and responsibility among peers is natural. As a child, I didn’t understand my family and was obsessed with escaping my hometown; later, I realized that their love could only be expressed to that extent, and there’s no need to be too harsh. As a child, no one listened to me, so I was persistent in seeking a “single heart”… Eventually, I grew up, experienced the changes of time, and understood that loneliness is normal. I always listen, occasionally speak, and no longer demand reciprocation or promises.

The people you love have increased, and you even start loving small animals, flowers, and grass, blessing every stranger. After experiencing all kinds of feelings in the world, emotions are no longer only interpreted through love; they take on many different forms.

Adults no longer love deeply at all times, but they love more profoundly; they no longer stake everything on a single moment, only the vastness of the world. “In those hurried years, we saw too little of the world, only loving the same face.”