“It doesn’t matter what you know but who you know”, my uncle had said to me once when I was about ten years old and I hadn’t entirely understood what he’d meant by it.
Truth is, I hadn’t bothered to understand. I just assumed it to be one of the many things that all grown-ups told kids, you know, inspirational lectures that all grown-ups like giving.
After seven years of a series of demonstrations, unfairness, tears and reality checks, it has finally dawned on me.
It doesn’t matter what you know, but who you know.
And I can’t help but agree with how true it is.
It’s a cruel, cruel world out there.