It May Be An Exercise In Futility, But...I recycle.
I know there's a gadzillion tons of stuff that isn't.
Yet, I rinse out my little recyclables, put them tenderly into my bin, and haul them out to the curb along with my little collection of newspapers and other paper things are neatly presented to the fellows who, every Monday morning, unceremoniously toss them into a large, undifferentially compartmented truck.
So, I wonder...
and am reminded of the posit "When a butterfly sneezes..."
Do I make any difference in the light of the monstrous amount of things that are polluting our planet?
Is this an exercise in futility?
Am I Sisyphus?
Yes, and yes, I believe this is true.
But at least I can rest assured that in my own conscience, I am doing something.