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XXX award. YYY scholar. ZZZ woman of the year et cetera, et cetera, et cetera…
All. Not. Mine.
Nothing to do with me, except for the fact that I feel incredibly insignificant when I scroll the WeChat Moments and group chats and Facebook links and LinkedIn updates whilst sprawled on my bed, starting at the phone screen at 5 past midnight.
I like titles. I can give you a million reasons why. That’s not the point.
I have just been thinking what these titles that I will probably never attain, represent for me. Or rather, what solace do I seek from them? Keep Reading…