Oh boy. Another teenage girl moping about how hard her life is, even though she lives in a very privileged society. Here we go again. What is it this time? 10 things single girls want guys to know? Reasons why you shouldn't ask if a girl is PMS-ing? Or maybe it's about Bernie Sanders and women's rights.

Well, dear audience, those are all things I would love to educate you about, but there has been a problem in my writing process recently. You see, as a young adult, you're encouraged to formulate your own opinions and discover how you really feel about, well, everything. When you finally get a substantial amount of information about a certain topic, you interpret that information, and then you finally formulate your own opinion. This one opinion bleeds into all aspects of your life. You start becoming politically and socially involved because you are passionate about this one thing on which you have done research. that you have done research on. You have conversations with roommates and classmates and teachers and parents and grandparents and strangers online about this one idea because you have found a passion for it. You are inspired to share your findings with the world, and you have been given an incredible opportunity to do so:

THE INTERNET!

This is spectacular. You can share your research and explain how you formulated your opinion. Others may still disagree with you, but maybe by providing the information, somebody's viewpoint could change. After all, that's what happened with you, right?

Great. You start engaging in conversations you may not have previously entered into, like commenting on your uncle's picture on Facebook about how Donald Trump would make a good president. People are responding back, and there's dialogue happening. Even better. Maybe you even have an opportunity to write about it on social media. Here is your big chance.

You spend a few days gathering reputable sources and organizing them. You think of good ways to grab people's attention and how to speak to them in a way they'll understand. You focus on one main idea, and try to stick to only that, so as to not overwhelm your audience. Then, the magical moment comes, you press publish and your life is forever changed. The Nobel Peace Prize contacts you for your outstanding work in educating others about social issues. People respond with comments like "Hmm, never thought of it that way," or "This is really important. thank you for sharing."

Or none of that happens. Maybe only three people read your post, and none of them agree with you. They don't comment because they don't want to start drama. Nobody finds your post by accident, and nobody is directly affected. After all of your work, what you thought was going to make a difference really is just a bunch of 1's and 0's in the sea that we call cyberspace.

This is what writing as a young adult feels like. I am passionate about many things, but those things seem to be unimportant to most everyone else. I want to stand at the top of a mountain and scream until someone notices, but what good will that do? The person who finds the screamer doesn't want to actually listen to them. It's hard to write about things you're passionate about because, honestly, sometimes the world doesn't care. Sometimes your message will only reach four people, and they might not even actively care.

So what's the point? Why bother writing when there's no way any political or social change will come of it? Well, my dear audience, I am struggling with that as I type these words. I wonder if anyone will read them and think differently about anything. My gut reaction is to say no. But I keep typing in case there is one person out there who says yes. Yes, this did change how I view the tampon tax. Yes, this did make me see bra shopping from a different perspective. Yes, this informed me about Kesha's legal battle. While those all may seem like cheap ads for my own articles, they all started out as ideas I was passionate about. Ideas I thought people needed to know about.

I don't know what the point is. Sometimes the point is purely entertainment. Sometimes the point is education. Sometimes the point comes from a place of anger. There are lots of different points. But when you get caught up in the difference that those points are "supposed to be making," it can seem like there is no point. When there seems to be no point, we lose creativity and motivation. If we don't have creativity and motivation, then there is no point in trying to change the world.