It is true of ourselves as well. We cannot expect others to open themselves to us, to reveal those deepest layers unless we are willing to peel back our own layers and let someone in.
It's a scary thought when some days it feels as though our carefully created facade balances as precariously as some of these overhanging ledges.
Still, I have to believe it is worth the risk.
“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.” - Anais Nin