I used to love being around narcissists because as an artist I was an interminable observer. We were a good team. They would shine; I would describe what I saw.
You are the seed of inspiration. I cannot tell you what your mission in life is, or the tests you will face. All I can say is, you have the potential to write the story of the universe.
A light that flickers, baring down to the soul, is contagious. Around that kind of energy, I can find the tiniest, seemingly mundane details of everyday life entirely fascinating.