No one cares enough

No one cares enough to listen to me.

That is to say, no one cares enough about me AND no one cares enough about what I say.

Do you think that's why I became a writer? Because even after my voice has faded, the message will live on, probably ignored but existing in the hope a reader will stumble upon it. A message is not a message unless there is an exchange of ideas and sentient communicators at either end, a writer and a reader, in my case.

When the world ends, I want to know that I did everything in my power to save it. But I'll never be able to say I influenced the behaviour of others to do the same. Sigh.