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.
This word is not an official word in English however it does make this realization be put into a word instead of an entire paragraph. It humbles me whenever I read this. It makes you realize you’re not the main character of the universe. You’re just one of the many people with as complicated lives as yours.