Stop Thinking Start Doing

We have been suffering from severe climatic changes in our day to day life. We face the extreme of every seasons, you may call it as the cyclic process of the nature but I call it as a man made destruction. We have been going through so many information, campaigns, lectures and seminars on the topic climatic change but what have we done is just to sit in a room (may be an A/C room) drink water from a plastic bottle use plastic pens and listen to them. The actions of youth should sound loud not in network but in streets and homes. Let's begin our campaign inside ourselves. We support Greta Thunberg sitting in our room but never dare to think like her. We post #prayforamazonia but never go out and plant a tree so Is this the right way to do for ourselves.
The problem is we should stop thinking and start doing. Change yourself before you post something.. Keep one question in mind
How long can you live in this Earth?
Make it a place to live not a graveyard

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