It feels satisfyingly right

"Satisfaction" and "meaning" are the big drivers in life. As soon as we formulate our main aim (in this case, animals not being killed on our behalf) we can start to feel interesting ideas radiating out from it, as if something new is being born, well, at least something new happening. In our minds, in a sort of giving-birth way or an ending-of-constipation way, it’s a private happening. We’ve arrived at a conclusion that has been conceived inside our own heads. And like a foetus it moves, it takes on a life of its own. And all the potential of it comes flooding in, as soon as we decide to contemplate it as our aim. This ‘aim’, as it becomes clearer, comes down to a matter of choice. Decision time. Perhaps we decide to give it a shot.
As one becomes more concerned for the plight of captive animals so we notice, mainly with ourselves, a change of heart. There’s an emergence of empathy. And there’s an instinct to go with it that says empathy is a step in the right direction. It feels mature. It feels unquestionable ... because it’s always connected to compassion (something which so obviously is needed in this violent and wasteful world). It touches the very core of who we are, as representatives of the human race. Satisfaction-wise, that’s worth a lot.