Our fucked up, stupid languages don't even come close to being able to communicate what we're really feeling because our inner world/emotions are too fucking complex to be expressed with words or any other art form including music, painting, dance, etc. Plus, when we do use words or other symbols to communicate, it's all too easy to confuse the words (which are nothing more than symbols) with the actual world itself. And even dancing, music, and other art forms are misinterpreted.
Cultivate self-awareness because it’s not humanly possible for anyone to care about you more than you, yourself.
In the third grade, I received an award for "Asking Questions". That teacher had me pegged. While other kids got awards for "holding my hand during recess" and "playing matchbox cars" (each kid in the class got an individual award), I was a philosopher even back then—a spacewoman jettisoning through the space of her cerebral matter wanting to know, to discover, to experience everything.