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striking balance

plastic, the word without which I think most ppl cant imagine their lives. It' s so sad to believe this hard truth but it's a fact which we seldom realize. Go to shopping and you will end up having more plastic than what you shop. But including me, I can only minimize the usage of plastic but cannot avoid it completely. The fact being that it has become so involved in our lives that we don't even realize that we are using it. Ok, now look at the alternatives you have, may be jute/cloth bags. Oh common, that's so expensive. And again more cloth bags mean more trees brought down and how is that?? I feel that there's a limit to any resource, wear n tear happens to almost anything, like our own body. So the question pops out, are we on the verge of loosing everything that we have ? Man tends to use the same thing again and again without realizing the quantity nature provides us. We tend to judge things based on the comfort level most of the times. And this reminds me, someone should be there to restrict the usage of things, which are half utilized already. And again someone should always find an alternative before we reach that half level, am I making sense? I hope! I hope I should become that someone who is wise and cautious enough of the things nature has in store for us..

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