I hope to keep this entry relatively short, though I may not succeed since it taps into a lot of really deep concepts and feelings.
Last night I had what I call a "vegan dream". I call them this because I never used to have these dreams before I became a vegan... or if I did, they didn't have the same effect on me. These dreams usually have to do with either someone being unconscionably cruel to animals and acting like it's perfectly normal... or else they have to do with eating something which seems to be made of plants and finding that it has turned into meat... or being forced to eat meat. For example, in one dream someone was forcing me to eat an entire can of tuna by itself. In another, I was meeting with a group for school at someone's house, and I opened the microwave to find that one of the guys had put a live chicken in there and turned it on... the chicken was alive but charred horribly and I knew it was going to die a slow and painful death.
My dream last night wasn't quite so VISUALLY disturbing, but it still left me feeling terrible when I woke up. I was staying with a family I don't know... there was a young man in the family who I was hanging out with, and we were tromping around in the wilderness. We passed a pool and the guy grabbed a fish and slammed its skull against a rock, killing it. And then he discarded it. And then later he was joking about killing otters for fun. In the dream, I was so upset I was yelling tearfully at him. I remember asking "how can you see them as objects?" but it was as if he didn't understand my question. There was a cultural disconnect between us. He just thought I was being completely weird and couldn't see why I was upset.
Now, you may look at that and say "well, if being vegan causes disturbing dreams, why would I want to be vegan?"
I'm writing this journal entry as a disclaimer for anyone who might try veganism and find that it is difficult. I hate telling people "it's hard being vegan" because that will scare them away faster than anything. I enjoy being vegan, and honestly, I don't have that much trouble finding the foods I need. That is not the issue. The hardest part is definitely the sadness of realizing that the world is not the way you thought it was, and knowing how the actions of good people who you know and love are still causing suffering. It's the sadness of knowing that it will be a long time before a significant percentage of the world is convinced that they can make a difference for animals and be healthier for it.
I know that people will probably look at what I've just written and call me a militant vegan for saying that non-vegans are causing suffering. I don't want to be militant. I have wrestled with guilt for making people feel guilty without meaning to. I don't want to guilt anyone into changing because then it's not a real change, and it denies them the spiritual benefits of making the choice on their own, out of love and compassion. But if I do not speak out then I feel even guiltier, because I am not doing my duty as a voice for the silent.
It is a hard transition. It changes the way I see seemingly innocent daily activities. An invitation to go get ice cream at Dairy Queen is no longer just a social opportunity, it's a moral choice... a choice of whether or not to support the treating of animals as objects without rights or feelings. Of course I can go to Dairy Queen and just not get any ice cream, in which case it becomes merely a social opportunity again, but that conflict will always be there. With it comes an opportunity to remind myself of why I chose this path. Which is more important... refusing to cooperate with violence, or indulging in yummy stuff to make things less awkward in my group of friends?
In the process of becoming more open to a connection with animals and their suffering, as well as their own intrinsic value, I inevitably exposed myself to a lot of sadness. It is the same as when I choose to engage in a relationship with a person. If that person is suffering, I feel sad. If I feel like a part of a community, or if I am sympathetic toward a community that is not my own, I am saddened when something happens to negatively affect that community. It's even more potent if I know someone in that community. So, 9/11 affected the people who died and their families the most, but it also created a huge effect within the hearts of other Americans, because other Americans feel a connection to the people in New York as fellow citizens of this country, as well as simply being fellow human beings capable of loss and emotional suffering. I began to feel that connection with the animal community, and inevitably it gives me a certain weight in the back of my mind.
I begin to see the world differently, just how prevalent violence is as a form of pleasure, fun, and scapegoating. People don't even realize it because the recipients of their violence have become objects in their minds--they don't make the connection, they don't realize that their victims have a right to happiness just as they do, that they have the same desires for love, safety and survival as they do. But it's still doing harm... because it blinds us to the obvious truth of what is right and wrong.
There were lots of times I had to let myself cry because of what I knew was going on in the world. But the good news is this... my conscience regarding animals is clear, and I feel a deeper and more fulfilling connection with them. I feel more confidence in my own conscience, my own ability to discern what is genuinely harmful to the spirit, and what I should be striving for, as well as what I should not settle for. I am learning to take the compassion I feel for animals and apply that commitment of "do no harm" to my interactions with other people, including when we are talking about points on which we disagree. That is why I feel so guilty when I unintentionally make people feel guilty for how they are living.
If I have made you feel guilty, I apologize. If I have encouraged you to think, and if I have made you feel sorrow on behalf of another creature, I do not apologize.