Happy 1st of may nostr! whenever this day comes, I remember that I always went out hunting with my dad as its the beginning of deer season. sitting up there, for several hours, watching the sunset, listening to the peaceful sounds and observing several animal species. until sometimes, the sound of a rifle cuts through the silence, echoing through the fields. often, we went home with nothing. but when we were successful, my father told me how to get it ready to eat. today, whenever I look at an animal, I can only see their soul. A feeling I would totally ignore as a child. This is why as an adult, I refused to eat animal products for some years. And, what really made me mad was the way how disrespectful people were to the meat they were eating. At some point, I yelled at people because they would be too pussy to kill an animal to get it's flesh. I remember when someone told me that humanity managed it to outsource the process of killing in order to get meat. I still think thats crazy. It creeps me out that within just a few generations, the majority of people unlearned how to do this unfavorably but important work. Me included. Always be grateful for the meat on your plate. for million of years, a hunger in us developed into a drive to kill. but it was never easy for a human. they suppressed their empathy because of their hunger. now, we can easily suppress it, because all we have to deal with is buying the bag from a farmer. Not being part of the process estranges us. Stay aware. 💚