Being vegan is weird. Not for the food, though. Eating meat and dairy is fucking insane in my opinion. But being vegan is weird because you’re surrounded by suffering and you are aware of that. You’re aware that this mainstream way of life is built upon unbearable suffering, that there are beings in the world that will never know sunlight, or love, or compassion. Can you see? There are beings in this world that will never know how it feels to be loved and taken care of. For them, life is about abandonment, experiments, rape and death. And you look around and your family is ok with it, your friends are ok with it. And you cannot talk about how much your heart hurts everyday, because you are not the normal one and nobody wants to listen. I ask myself how a society so painfully laud can be so silent about the things that matter. It’s like being an abolitionist in the 1700s. Or saying the Earth was not the center of the solar system when everybody thought the contrary. You have to dissociate through life. Just go be productive. Just go distract yourself, lose yourself, pretend it’s ok and the world is only love and light and hugs and instagram filters. But honestly, there is a part of me that will never be ok, there is a part of me that is permanently damaged for how cruel the current reality is. And if this sorrow is the price I pay for caring about animals, I am more than willing to pay.