The answer lies in being average. Average, by the definition of most dictionaries, is the quotient obtained by dividing the sum total of a set of figures by the number of figures. This is its definition for the purposes of mathematical sciences. For other purposes and for everything else, average means typical or normal. In all instances, average is a median, a mean. But sufficiently dramatised, average has its delights worthy of our enjoyment.
Take yourself, or if you mind that, take somebody you know well enough. Maybe like some of us, many of us really, you, he, or she are average. In practical terms, it means that you belong somewhere. In the ledger of humanity, your value and their value is equal and shared. Like everybody, you, him, and her, have superpower in something, meaning that you are as good as the next person in something: in domestic affairs, in your profession, in academics, in athletics, in fostering relationships, in politics, in volunteering, in serving others, in artistic pursuits, etc. But you are not proficient in many other things. So, overall, you are average and that is something to be comfortable and joyous about. Because in a true and responsive nation, the measure of its progress is not in regular elections or how good the economy is performing. Rather it is in how it respects this human similarity and difference and allows it to animate its belief that every individual, every ability, every path, holds equal worth.
