Author: seareigns

So the last year of school has ended, and I am going to start another kind of life. It strikes me as strange, and among the many anxieties that seize me, the strongest is the choice of a future profession. It already preoccupies me and torments me, all the more so because I don’t feel I have a vocation for anything, and I feel I have many different tastes all dominating me thinking one after the other.