Still trying to become acquainted.

I try to be understanding. Of friends. And acquaintances. Even of strangers. Of course, that’s easier said than done. Because it usually takes a long time. To get to know anyone. Intimately. Makes me wonder. If  most everyone we purport to know. Really qualify as strangers.  Including my ‘friends.’ Perhaps I know them only on the surface. Superficially. That might even go for my mother, my father, my siblings. I have impressions. And tentative conclusions.  But perhaps I have no sense of the depths of their beings.  Heck, maybe I don’t even know myself. Much less others. So here I am. After 80 years of living. Still trying to become acquainted. With everyone around me. --Jim Broede