Personally, the idea of publication is appealing, because it sort of validates what I’m trying to do: write. Also, the writing process is only ever complete with readers, their interpretation of the story, the movie they see in their heads as they read the story.
That said, though, writing as an activity is much too rewarding on its own to give up on, just because of the slim chances of publication even if the writing is good. Though I do have my doubts sometimes.
It is a mish-mash of so many things to me—a passion, an attempt to write the sort of thing I would love to write, sort-of-therapy, a source of joy, a way to be part of a community, an opportunity to put down my own perspective about the way we live our lives or don’t, an escape— I could go on. It is also publishing, being read, getting feedback, improving my craft. Writing is also just writing, a just-because thing.
So, I’d love to be published, yes. It would be stupid and dishonest to deny that. But I’m not going to give up writing if I do not achieve wild publishing success. Something might work, some day. It might not.