I am a vegetarian. I love people who eat meat. I enjoy cooking my husband's chickens and baked chicken, feeding cats with meat feed. I love the smell of meat, I miss its taste. If we lived in a beautiful world where animals lived in love and care, and died easily from a single injection, I would eat meat with great pleasure. After all, everyone dies, and there is nothing unnatural in death.
But we do not live in such a world. I’m sorry to watch fish in shops fighting for a swallow of air. I hate to see those who swim up, and I tremble at the thought of what is happening at the fish farms, even if the bodies are floating in front of the buyers.
Eventually, I realized that my attempts to defend my right to eat meat were directed against myself. No one takes meat. The problem is that I love meat, but I feel sorry for animals. Here everyone makes their own choice. Someone is more sorry, and someone loves more. Aggressive vegetarians attack non-vegetarians so they don’t want meat. Aggressive non-vegetarians taste scary foods so that they themselves are less sorry for the animals. Although I think that any convicted person would be delighted to eat meat, and that no one would suffer.
Less aggression against each other. No one owes anything to anyone. Just a pleasant appetite.