I sit at the back, not because I’m afraid to speak, but because listening teaches more. People underestimate silence. One day, they’ll notice. By then, I won’t need to explain anything.

I used to think being unnoticed meant being unimportant. Then I realized something. While everyone was busy being loud, I was learning, observing, and understanding people. Nobody saw me growing. And that’s exactly why it worked.

Nobody notices the quiet ones. But quiet people notice everything. I’m not invisible - I’m just watching, learning, becoming.

Human should know about their existence. Every human forget this small thing of their life.

Not someone’s favorite. Not the first call. Not the one who’s missed. Just nobody - and somehow that hurts more than being forgotten.