I want to be a writer, I want to change the world.

I want to write a book but I fear that I have nothing to say that would interest the masses. Don’t get me wrong, I have plenty to say, and I personally find it profound and inspiring and moving and interesting and important but I wonder if it will be relevant to anyone else. I want to say things that will captivate people, inspire them, move them, and maybe even spark a desire to change within them. I want to spread the word about the state of the environment in such a way that people will listen. I want to press upon them the dire state of existence and then offer them hope within their own actions and the actions of the thoughtful, the caring, the determined, and the brave. I want to remind them that they can make a difference, that the little things can make a difference. It took a thousand individual actions to bring us to the current state of affairs and it will take a thousand individual steps if we hope to turn back again. But how can I say that, who am I to say that? And where will I find the words to change the world? I feel that they exist within me but I cannot quite reach them yet. Perhaps I must wait for the world to bring them out of me. And so I wait with my fingers poised above the keys for my muse.