Born into the bourgeois, you grow up idolising the greats of your time – the actors, the popstars, the tycoons and the world-leaders, not knowing that you also pedestalise them in the process, leaving you feeling inexplicably handicapped by the ordinariness of your roots. In your twenties, this false divide widens, as you start harbouring great ire at the predictable route your life is heading towards; and great fear that things may not change, but you tell yourself that you perhaps, never even had a shot. By the time you…
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