Was it me who didn’t belong, or a system too procedural to embrace certain sensitivities?
This text reflects what the adolescent I once was needed to express at the time, but did not know how — or did not dare — to put into words then.
From an early age at school, I struggled to find my place. The feeling, rightly or wrongly, that the individual sometimes mattered less than academic results.
These words are above all a reflection on the lasting marks that a deeply felt experience can leave behind.
Let us acknowledge the teachers who support young people with steadfast dedication.
And credit to the young ones who keep moving forward with determination and continue to believe in their dreams.
I have met young interns whose energy, curiosity, and mindset are truly inspiring. Their ability to keep moving forward suggests very promising paths ahead, without allowing obstacles to hold them back.
May each person take the time to reconsider the way they interpret the world, and dare, in turn, to reach out a hand.
Also worth discovering is the beautiful documentary by Marie Drucker, Le Courage de Grandir, which deserves to be seen. Le Courage de Grandir, qui mérite d’être vu.
Surround yourself with people who accept you, even if they do not always fully understand your world, your identity.