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What a chaos!

The apocalypse is nearing with a catch twenty-two. Powerful than atomic explosion. Being a human, ever thought about getting extinct? If not thought before. Start thinking. The way the mankind has maintained the pace of usage of conventional energy. It is possible to assume the end of human era. Countries with ample number of population leads to a heap of domestic waste. Where we can see plastic, being one of the major life threatening piece. The reason, how plastic is one of the choking element is that, it hinders the process of cultivation, sewage system. At the same time degrades the marine ecosystem. The lives of each and every living creatures are sewed with each other. If one card gets disturbed, all starts falling like the Domino effect.
Countries, within which scientists, NGOs and every healthy minds are engaged at work who are in-charge of the environmental problems. Among them we are privileged enough to have the eighteen year old, Swedish activist, Greta Thunberg.
Studies showed, that the first world countries do not conduct remarkable steps against the environmental crisis. But when there is will, there is way. Thinking about our next generations, we can start brainstorming, in order to change our behaviours. It is evident that a habit absorbs into a human within twenty one days. Henceforth, with the sustainable development and unity, we can achieve our goal.

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