I am waiting for mine. I feel as if my consciousness holds a gated section that will be broken through, a covered portion that will eventually reveal itself to me. I don't understand myself, but I am learning more as the days pass. I am a person who lives inside his own head. I wish to explore my home and find the additional rooms so that I may invite guests into them; I possess an inherent need to explore myself with company. When I have ventured from the cellar door to the attic's crawlspace, my curiosity will have been appeased.
That was very poetic. I think that being curious is one of the best feelings in life. You may never understand everything about yourself or the world around you, but that shouldn't stop you from trying to learn everything you can.
I'm curious as to why people often attempt to love others before learning to love themselves. I believe that you need to help yourself before you help others in terms of love. If you do not understand the love you give, why would you expect any person in particular to accept it?