An Extra
You are everywhere, yet no one notices you. When I take a random seat in a public space, I start to notice one thing: I am just an extra in numerous people's life. If I were in a movie where I am not the main character, I am just that random passer-by or that stranger who gets passed by the main characters as they move somewhere. An extra whose purpose is to make that one scene in a movie looks good in terms of composition or make that one scene mimic reality. An extra has crossed a million pathways of people. Extras would be just that character in a background that audiences scarcely notice. Rarely do people recognize their existence, let alone their identity, aside from those they have notified beforehand. Extras can be found everywhere, yet their repetitious appearance is rarely noticed. Is it a bad thing to be an extra? No. At some moments in life, it is a blessing to be unnoticed. It is a fortune in a lifetime to have a chance to stay hidden behind the curtains or be a blurred