n. The realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own- populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness-an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you'll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra- sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.
Ever felt this way? It's not all about us, is it? How wrapped up can we get about our own affairs!
Stumbled upon this and thought of sharing it here!