It was a rather dull and ordinary day at the age of twenty. I made several meaningless decisions, such as when to go out, whether to take a taxi or take the bus, and where to wait for the bus. There are so many cities in the world, and there are so many taxis in the cities, but that day, I got into hers.
Now, I am grateful that I stayed up late and got up late the day before, so I had to take a taxi. I am also grateful for the football game that made me stay up late to watch it. I am even grateful for my ex-boyfriend who made me fall in love with watching football games.
I made countless seemingly meaningless choices until I met her and it changed my life.
Meeting her again was just an accident. But to me, it was a continuous miracle.
Intention: How far does a woman have to go before becoming herself?