What about that moment you fall in love with yourself? The time after you have scuffed your knees on every person who brought you down, on every self-deprecating thought, on every mistake you think you made, and you realize that you do not care if you are bruised and bloodied. That moment you realize that, even if you never meet The One, whom we all view as this ultimate, Holy Grail of winning at life, you can grow up to be some awesome old person who travels the world with nothing but a backpack, or maybe who lives on a farm with a bunch of horses and is wild, or maybe someone who keeps dozens of lovers because they all attempt to match that level of self-love you so boldly show to them? I think, learning that love of self is one of the most important lessons of all.