What are your feelings about eating meat?
When I think about eating red meat, something inside me breaks.
It isn’t just food on a plate—it’s the face of a cow, a pig, a lamb…
a gentle, trusting creature whose life was taken long before its time.
I almost cry every time the truth hits me:
a living being with feelings, warmth, and innocence was killed so we could have a moment of flavor.
Their eyes, their softness, their quiet presence—they never asked for suffering.
They never asked to be born into a world that treats their bodies as products.
When I look at them, really look, I see a soul.
And once you see that, you can’t unsee it.
You can’t forget that behind every bite was a heartbeat.
Behind every meal was a life that wanted to live.
If more people paused for even one moment to imagine the fear and confusion these animals feel…
if they let themselves feel compassion instead of habit…
I believe the world would change.
Not from pressure, but from empathy.
From remembering that kindness isn’t selective—
it extends to all who breathe, trust, and feel.
I don’t judge others.
I simply hope that by sharing my heart,
someone else might look into the eyes of a living creature
and feel the same quiet, overwhelming truth:
Their lives matter.
And they deserve more from us than silence.
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