Most people will claim to be hard stop against animal abuse. That is until they sit down to eat at their favorite restaurant, or at the family bbq, or Friday night at their friends place, or just “a few times per week/month.”
It’s usually these same people who also think that I enjoy being an animal rights activist when in fact, I hate it. I hate that I have to convince you that harming animals for a fleeting moment of taste is wrong. I hate that hunters argue it’s their right to murder animals for no other reason than blood thirst. I hate that I’m surrounded by all these otherwise “good, decent and fair” people, until they go grocery shopping, and refuse to make more ethical choices even though they know better, but refuse to take responsibility. I hate everything about animal cruelty and I especially hate that the people responsible for all this pain and suffering that I am trying to stop, believe that I actually enjoy doing this. I don’t do this because I enjoy it, I do it because until those who aren’t affected by injustice are equally as upset, there will not be justice for anyone. Until we can treat the most innocent and vulnerable animals with the same consideration, respect, and decency that we would want, the world will never know peace.
If this global pandemic has reminded us of anything, it’s that we are also animals just trying to survive. Here’s the kicker, we don’t need to harm or exploit others to live happy, thriving lives. If we don’t have to harm others to live our best lives, then why would we ever choose to?
“In a world full of people who couldn’t care less, be someone who couldn’t care more.” 💜