You say life has many meanings, that every day brings new insights, and that your thoughts are constantly surging and leaping. Throughout the annals of history, there are brilliant minds everywhere, yet you are an unknown figure; it seems you haven’t even managed to reveal your ideal self among your peers. Pain, numbness, jealousy—all sorts of emotions confuse you. You cannot find the true meaning of life; some turn to religion in search of an afterlife, while others, unable to see the light, remain in a state of confusion their entire lives. The meaning of existence is meaninglessness—and meaninglessness, in itself, is meaningful. Existence is justified. The suffering brought on by mediocrity is, at its core, a conflict between the ideal self and the real self. Why do humans yearn so deeply for meaning? Does the absence of meaning not, in fact, imply infinite possibilities? Perhaps what we should be most wary of is not mediocrity itself, but the fear of mediocrity.