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By Ayella Amuru
Life is a privilege for mediocre people. Another government minister has died, but such is life, however tragic. One group of mediocre people is mourning her death, while another group from across the political divide is celebrating.
One of the greatest illusions of all mediocre people is forgetting that life is always at the mercy of death. Mediocre people often write poetry when they fall in love, a sign of their failure in conceptual thinking.
They tend to avoid pain by choosing the naive spontaneity of daily living and seeking basic psychological comfort, ignoring the fact that life is suffering; after all, no one is born smiling — we all enter this world crying. Mediocre people believe that what happens to others won’t happen to them.
In this life, all of you are fighting for nothing. If you realize this and remember it every day, you can avoid mediocrity. Without effort, you'll find yourself becoming kinder, gentler, and more considerate because you'll suddenly realize that you're no different from those you despise.
To escape mediocrity, one must understand that there is no individuality or separation in human consciousness. The emotions, hardships, and experiences of others mirror your own.
You are not special; nobody is, because we are all trapped in the quaking mess called life. For those affected by the minister's death, weeping is pointless, and for those who rejoice, it is equally pointless. All life is futile.
Ayella Amuru the writer