Committing To A Life Of Vegetarianism
Have you changed your nutritional choices?
By David Mourato (wort.lu) – I’ve spent years asking myself questions based on the education and the experiences I’ve had. While some answers were easily on the surface, for others I had to dig a little deeper.
My name is David, I’m a graphic designer, a musician, or let’s just say a creative person. As a Portuguese guy born and raised in Luxembourg, I’ve always wondered what my life could have been if my dad would have decided to immigrate to Australia instead of Luxembourg, since he apparently had the choice back then.
Now I believe that it doesn’t really matter where I live as long as I stay curious and see life as a long learning process that allows me to connect with myself.
One of the biggest changes in my life so far was about my nutrition. On a usual evening in December 2013, my girlfriend and I had everything ready for a cosy diner on the couch with something on the screen, ready to press play.
Only this time, we were going to watch a documentary about how animals are treated in various industries in the world. Not the most appetizing subject but I guess that neither of us was clearly expecting anything.
The images were really shocking and extremely hard to watch, the horrifying sounds of machines mixed with animals in agony was something known but never in it’s real context. It is something what most of us are completely disconnected from or prefer to ignore, so it felt like a violent slap in the face. Later, when the movie was over, the credits started appearing and this first question popped in my mind: “what the hell am I going to do?”.
When I was around 6 or 7 years old, my parents had rabbits in the backyard. I used to play with them, but somehow my parents never wanted me to get attached to them, unlike my hamster or other pets.
The rabbits were different, just like the chickens and chicks at my aunt’s place in Portugal. I remember that there were hundreds of baby chicks chirping in this creepy condensed and smelly room.
I could easily go on my knees and grab four of five of these tiny fluffy creatures with my hands without really realizing they were destined for slaughter. Like-wise, the sheep and the pig at my grand-parents place were also black listed and…
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