The beauty of watching cars drive past on a busy street is
inexplicable.
When you're walking along,
You barely notice them
But,
In every car, there is a person with
thoughts,
and feelings,
and a life just as complicated and meaningful
as yours.
You see them once, and then they're gone.

Every day, we see so many people
that we never stop to notice.
They, like extras in a movie,
are the background in our
seemingly mundane adventures.
This arrangement is only acceptable
because that is exactly
what we are to them.