Knowing each other....

I think appearances are deceiving not the superficial ones on the surface of how one looks or carries their particular shape, size or form. But the ones that seem to exist in our minds and yet never take shape or form outside of it. Sometimes I wonder why we can’t face the parts of us that other people know and see so clearly. There’s this absence of awareness both in the case the self and in the case of another person whom we love or whose friendship we treasure. We never get to know either the self or another completely.

I sometimes find this absence of awareness distressing. Sometimes painful. Any thoughts.