It is the second you realize that you're never alone. That the feelings that you feel are shared with someone else, and if they were not they would not exist.
Sometimes we only exist in the eyes of the observer. It is through their eyes we judge ourselves. But it's only when we see ourselves with our own eyes, untouched and uncontrolled by the rest of the world, only then can we see who we really are. And only then can we be all that we are.
For we are not what you think. And we are not what we seem. We are the words that are never spoken, but flows through our inner. We are the mystery of the world.