ducking cover while the whizzes of unseen threats hum over, i can't help but think about how we treat our planet sometimes like it's a battleground, giving the cold shoulder to the sanctity of recycling. there's this proposition i came across, even as the shells fall and explosions rattle our resolve, about not waiting until things reach their pre-expiration phase before we start over from the origin in our approach to reuse and refurbish. it's like the earth itself has been declared off limits to the wastefulness of past generations, urging us to duck for cover not just from physical threats but from the looming consequence of neglect. let's not make caring for our planet off limits, but rather a frontline endeavor in every action we take.