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Instead of mindless expansion we should be expanding our minds. Finding solutions to stop our pollution, to reduce our waste. But we all chase after money and pointless things. Thinking they'll bring us happiness, or self worth. But it's the earth that pays for all the shit we throw away. Make take use, and it's garbage in just a day. But it doesn't just disappear. It's all still here, clogging the Earth's pores with eyesores of giant piles of trash. Every last diaper you've ever crapped in, is still trapped in a landfill. and it'll still be there long after we're gone. Where did we go wrong? When did we split off the evolutionary tree and plant ourselves in the soils of skewed priorities? Working to stay alive, working our nine to five as if the blood that fills our veins is made of money. And I find it funny, when we need air to breathe and this is supplied by trees, we clear cut our forests to build up our factories. We make junk to make a buck, because who gives a fuck about the toll we're taking, as long as we're making dough. No one needs to know about  ozone depletion, chemical secretions, increased rates of extinction. It's always somebody else's problem, somebody else's mess to clean.
We need to live within our means. Rather thank bringing the Earth to her knees, pleading for us to stop the bleeding, stop the receding ice caps. And as the water levels  rise I hear her cries and see the sadness in her eyes as we watch this beauty disappear. I fear it will all be gone for good one day, and that's the reason that I say: Reduce, reuse, refuse to use more than you need, and we can succeed in turning this world around, fertilize the ground so that she may regrow. And she can show us the right way to live, with some give and some take, we can make this world a better place. We can erase the scars of freeways and cars, we can rewind time to teeming life, erase the strife and strive, with all alive, and live, in this give and take. There's so much at stake, but we can make it right. That's why I've taken up the fight to save the beauty that surrounds us, it's all around us from the food we eat to the grass beneath our feet. It doesn't take much, it's easy if you try, just be conscious of your impact, be careful what you buy. Don't settle for disposable, opt for compostable, reuseable recycleable, biodegradeable. We are able to change the world we live in by the changing the way we live with it.
At the heart of it, we are all a part of it. We are all connected, and we are all affected when mother Earth is disrespected.
So come with me, and we'll protect it.

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