Sometimes I do something with the hope of impressing others, but to my surprise, no one seems to care. Other times, I work in total isolation. I tell myself I am doing it strictly for me and that I have no desire to share it with anyone else.

“A seed grows with no sound, but a tree falls with huge noise. Destruction has noise, but creation is quiet. This is the power of silence.” — Confucius

I often try to find a small chance to express my thoughts within my social circle, only to realize my words are not properly understood. Because people are so engrossed in their own lives, I rarely get the time to explain myself profoundly. Even when I accomplish something truly great by my own standards, the world reacts like an unamused cat.

When I was younger, I kept running into these frustrating moments. To cope, I started journaling. Eventually, I discovered the world of blogging and moved my thoughts there. While the behavior of people has not changed, I have started to notice a subtle impact from the things I have said or written.

My ideas have started to echo back to me. People often repeat my own concepts to me at great length, sometimes adding their own details. They have completely forgotten where they first heard the idea. I used to ignore this, but there are too many times where the information is so specific that I clearly know its origin.

Though I do not receive any credit, these experiences make me feel strong and confident instead of overlooked. It is a real life version of the butterfly effect. I know my actions matter even without a spotlight. I will keep doing what is right and good.