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Climate Change


Note: The words might have formed from my pen but the sole inspiration is a YouTube video that I recently watched from Instagram.
 I want to feel safe and secure but how can I rejoice knowing no future awaits me.
The exact words of Greta Thunberg. She is a 16-year-old activist who has become an inspiration to teenagers and youths to address this issue of climate change.
Yet standing with cheerful slogans and walking the streets as a part of Instagram feed or school project or just only because of a lousy day, you are fooling no one. Criticizing great world leaders, we probably are thinking we are the superheroes saving the hot planet by demoing the villains i.e. great world leaders.
Its high time you get out of this fairytale and realize each one of us is a villain. Even if under pressure if the government bans use of vehicles for less carbon emission, its us who’s going to be in disadvantage and the criticizing will not stop.
Each one of fuels to this great problem, we must be a part of solution too. Walk to your destination once a week, don’t leave the refrigerator doors ajar at least for long, turn off coolers when you don’t recognize them. Don’t waste food and electricity and conserve energy etc. these small steps by many small people can contribute to decrease in carbon emission managing the green house gas to some extent. This is the only way you can become hero.

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