Bokonon

I went vegan the day after thanksgiving. thanks to a gentle documentary focused on the influences that an animal based diet has on our health, environment and political system. It was a moral choice for me then. The shock of that disillusionment was one of the more painful experiences I’ve lived through. After a year of being vegan, I explored raw foodism, and perhaps went a little too far in my quest for purity. Maybe it wasn’t too anything, it just was the way it was. I am a woman of extremes. 

As I am not in the habit of monitoring time, I don’t know how long it’s been since then. Two years is a fair guess. Slowly, I started to accept processed food and then animal products back in to my diet. This was the result of another disillusionment. I lost the fallacy that what I did or thought mattered, that anything could be saved by my abstaining mouth. I was also faced with the hypocrisy of my personal judgments.

If I felt meat was murder, and many of the people I love indulge in the products of industrial farming, is my love for them affected? Intellectually, it has been. At times I find myself baffled that anyone of intelligence can partake in the rape, torture and murder of sentient beings to satisfy a preference of taste. Thankfully, I am inclined to listen to my heart which tells me instead to accept and trust that I am not wise enough to judge what is right or wrong. Thankful am I, to some degree, that I have peered far enough within myself to know that all the horrors of this world are also within. 

This leaves me here, today, with a simple preference and complex reasoning for which I choose to ingest plants instead of animals. Which isn’t to say that I would never go on a warriors journey to hunt for food or that I will never again crack eggs, but that I enjoy being lower on the food chain and the complications it avoids.

(Source: fuckyeahnicolasripoll, via welldressedfortheapocalypse)