I used to hate fall flowers because they reminded me of the cold weather that's coming. Honey - because it was too sweet. Rain because it meant wet. Dusk reminded me of sadness. I also used to hate cinnamon, for no reason, really.
As I've grown older, I've noticed that I have a different appreciation for those things. Actually, I catch myself starting to like those things -- not the what they are but because they bring a change. Fall flowers because they mean a different weather, honey because it's such a contrast, and because I have such a sweet-tooth, rainy days after a sunny summer, dusk after a bright day, cinnamon because it makes me think of Christmas.
I've learned to like the change, even if it brings something that I don't love as much. Sometimes even sadness is fine because if there wasn't sadness, we'd forget to appreciate happiness and everything would become blah.
There is beauty in change.