You are a blade of grass in the field.
The one with that water droplet in the center of the wide spear point shaft. Deep green. Larger than the rest and adorned with dew's shimmer. An outstanding specimen, as observed.
Yet, on all flanks there are many thousands each comparable or the same. The only difference, the only reason you are written about, is chance.
The rest will all wither and die in anonymity as you are recorded into print sans a name. All existed and all had the potential to be selected. Fate did not chose them.
The lesson? Be ready and do not yet despair. The spotlight may swing to anyone in the crowd.