How did something so urgent manage to fizzle out in Geneva? Eleven days. Nearly two hundred countries. Everyone showed up in Geneva to talk about something we all see every single day. Plastic. In our homes, in our oceans, in our food. And then it ended. No treaty. No deal. Just a let-down that says more than any protest ever could.
Here's what we're facing. Global plastic production now hits around 460 million metric tonnes every year. It has exploded from just 2 million in the 1950s and continues growing at about 8 per cent annually. Most of it is single-use. Gone in minutes, but it sticks around for centuries. And the truth is, we barely recycle any of it. Just nine per cent. That's it. So, the rest? It ends up in landfill, in rivers, on beaches, or worse, it breaks down into microplastics and disappears into places we don't see until it's too late.
Right now, between eight and twelve million tonnes of plastic go into the ocean each year. That's every year. It sounds like a number, but it's more like a tidal wave we're pretending isn't coming. Fish are eating plastic. Birds are choking on it. And we've even found microplastics in our blood and lungs. This isn't abstract anymore. It's personal. If we don't change direction, plastic production could triple by 2060.
The talks in Geneva were supposed to help. They were meant to bring the world together to draft a treaty that could cut plastic at its root. Design, production, use, and disposal. But everything got stuck. Countries like the United States, Saudi Arabia, and Kuwait refused to agree to any limits on production. They said we should focus on managing plastic, not producing less of it. As if better recycling bins can fix a problem being created faster than it can ever be cleaned up.
On the other side, more than a hundred nations wanted to go deeper. They were asking for production limits. For real accountability. But those voices got drowned out. And when the time came to make a decision, nothing moved.
It didn't help that there were more lobbyists from plastic and fossil fuel industries than environmental advocates. These were the people sitting in the room. Not the coastal kids who see plastic wash up every morning. Not the fishers whose nets pull up more rubbish than catch. The ones calling the shots had other priorities.
Recycling needs real reform. Not the kind that relies on hope and flimsy sorting bins. We need clean, efficient, publicly supported systems. We need safe working conditions for people who handle waste. And we need to cut the types of plastics that cannot be reused at all.
Now the treaty's stalled. Some say it's dead. Maybe it is. But the plastic isn't going anywhere. So here we are. Again. And maybe the question now isn't what the world will do. Maybe the question is what we will do, right where we are.
Start small. Start local. Cities don't need permission to ban plastic bags. Cafés can offer real cups instead of disposables. Schools can teach children to refill their bottles. We're not helpless, even if it feels that way.
And we have to stop pretending that shipping plastic waste to other countries is a solution. It's not. It's a way of hiding the mess, not cleaning it up. If we create it, we own it. That should be the rule.
The recycling system also needs to grow up. In many places, it's just broken. Confusing symbols, no clear instructions, dirty facilities. We need clean, reliable systems. We need governments to invest in real solutions, not just more coloured bins. And the people doing the hard work of waste management deserve protection and respect. Not exposure to toxic dust or fumes.
Also, let's get real about labelling. If a wrapper takes 450 years to disappear, don't call it eco-friendly. Say what it is. Let people know what they're buying. And let them make a real choice.
Innovation is another piece. We can't keep throwing money at the same plastic factories and expect miracles. In 2022, sustainable packaging saw 1.7 billion dollars in investment. But in 2023? That dropped to just 583 million. That's not a slowdown. That's a step backwards. And it's happening just when we should be racing forwards.
There are real alternatives out there. Seaweed-based wraps. Compostable containers. Reusable systems that cut waste by 90 per cent. They're not science fiction. They just need a chance.
But change is uncomfortable. It means bringing your own bag. Refilling a bottle instead of buying a new one. Saying no to the plastic-wrapped fruit at the supermarket. And sometimes, it feels like nobody else is doing it. But these choices ripple. And enough ripples can turn into something stronger.
I wish the treaty had worked. I really do. It could have been a turning point. But maybe this is the turning point instead. The moment we stop waiting. The moment we look at the shelves and the packaging and the overflowing bins and say, this is not normal. This is not how the world is supposed to be.
Because here's the hard truth. We are out of time. Plastic production is still climbing. The damage is already inside us. And the people most affected, those living on the margins, near polluted waterways, in under-resourced communities, they can't afford another failure.
So maybe it's time to stop looking up, hoping for some international magic. Maybe we need to look around. At our neighbourhoods. Our homes. Our habits.
Maybe we start where treaties end. And maybe that's how we finally begin to clean this up.
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