Certificates are funny things. They are like the participation ribbon given out in my primary school. On the one hand, meaningless and in time discarded, even forgotten. I don’t tell you that I participated in the 800m run as a 7 year old. On the other hand, meaningful. A symbol of being a part of something. Of being ‘there’. Of being part of a moment in time.
Certificates come in all kinds of shapes and forms. And sometimes certificates come with status. ‘I was at the launch of the iPhone and here’s my badge to prove it.’ Or here’s my MBA diploma. Or here’s my certificate of attendance at Workshop XX.
Certificates, like labels, are important to some people and not to others. And sometimes they help ourselves. They are reminders of what we’ve done with our lives.
Certificates are one point of our story and some of us collect them. Others put into action the learning that happened at the event the certificate symbolises.
The choice is up to us.