Free people have long accepted that no one loves you.

The deepest pain of living often comes from a misunderstanding—that there must be someone in this world who 'must love you'.

Parents, partners, friends, and even strangers are all bound by the expectation of 'should treat me well'. But the truth is: no one has signed this contract, and no one is born indebted to you for love. The essence of relationships is free choice.

Parents give birth to you out of instinct, but loving you requires cultivation; a partner chooses you based on mutual needs, but sustained effort requires wisdom; friends come close to you by chance, but staying requires a resonance of values. All relationships are fluid; today they may be close, and tomorrow they may feel like strangers. What can be retained is not forceful, but awareness: I allow you to leave at any time, just as I can turn away at any moment.

The deepest fear of a person is equating 'being loved' with 'value of existence'. Only when salaries increase do we dare to stand tall; only when praised do we feel life is meaningful; only when in love do we confirm our worth to exist.

Living this way is like tying one’s life to someone else's scale—if they shake their hand, you feel lighter.

Someone asked me which is more important, money or love?

I can only say: love is soul nourishment, money is the armor for the flesh.

Gain one and you can uphold the dignity of life.