Life Through My Lens - Layers...

It strikes me that people are a lot like this cliff face - full of layers. Some are fully exposed, some are hidden. We will never know the full depth of a person - what makes them laugh or cry, what created the person they are today unless we see past the surface layers.

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