I often wonder, what is the chosen one?
Is she the heroine in a Mary Sue romance novel? Is he the male protagonist in the novel "Upgrade the Speedy Internet"? Is he the middle-aged boy in anime who never dies because of the protagonist's halo? Or are they those successful people in reality who have achieved both love and career? Or are they the top academics around me who are easily number one in their grade?
No matter who it is, I think the chosen one must be unique.
He could be you. But it's definitely not me.
My grades are average, I look average, and I don't have a very good personality. I am slow-tempered and meek, and occasionally have low self-esteem and sensitivity. I am an ordinary person who is used to watching plays off the stage. I am so ordinary that I have no name.
But when I think back to that wind-kissed summer, I realize that each of us is actually the chosen one. We have different names, different appearances, different personalities, and everyone is unique. God chose us to be in this world, this is its reason.