Vegetarian

For some reason, the idea of Vegetarianism is gnawing at me more and more recently.

Perhaps it's because of the horrific sight that haunted me some while ago - a full truck load of pigs squeezing against one another. I cannot even remember if the pigs were alive or dead, just that the sight was so nauseating that I can never look at pork quite the same way.

Yet I am not ready to fully commit myself to being a Vegetarian. The allure of juicy succulent beef still hold me captive. So as a result, my carnivorous self and herbivorous self are in constant conflict, putting me in great dilemma.

On some days, I would give anything just to sink my teeth into a 8oz. piece of medium rare prime rib, savouring every single bite without the least tinge of contempt.

On other days, I detest meat and crave for a light crisp refreshing platter of garden greens, with just a hint of balsamic vinegarette and pepper.

Lately, the pendulum seems to favour the vegetarian side a little bit more, and I simply do not know why. I'm sure, though, that giving up meat is not out of health or dieting concern. Is it stemming from animal rights concern? May be. Spirituality? Perhaps.

It is like going on a journey without preparation. You never know where you will end up. I'm eager to find out where this road will lead me to.