My mission?

What is my mission?

A lot of things.

For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Thus, if I desire something, I must give up something in return.

"I want to be a writer." That would be the obvious statement, but wholly incorrect. I already am a writer. How well I write or how often does not matter, for I write.

"I want to be a good writer." Again, obvious, but again, incorrect. 'Good' is entirely subjective.

"I want my story to be read."

Close. So undeniably close, now.

"I want my voice to be heard."

And here we arrive.

But then, how does one get themselves heard?

There is, again, the obvious answer, "Walk outside and yell." But yelling can only bring you so far. With such a nominal effort, you receive nominal results.

"Put up fliers?"

Heh.

I'm not trying hard enough. Action, reaction. Cause, effect. The world is littered with people who only sought a positive reaction. People who never received it. People who died trying.

Obviously, this end result must be avoided. But then, how?

Forgive me, but I was wrong.

Yelling. Not the simplistic, literal, basic, "Walk outside and yell." I mean yelling, screaming at the top of your lungs through whatever medium you work with best.

That, and devotion. Pure, utter devotion to your own voice, and that of no one else.