I wish I was less cruel...

My dear friends, my dear readers, and my kind supporters, I hope you are well, and you have started the last month of the year with motivation and strength. Thank you all for the power you always give me. I owe everything I have to you, my dear family, in read cash.

If you remember, in my last article I said I was unmotivated, so yesterday I tried a little for my well-being, yesterday I invited myself to eat these creamy sweets with tea. These days I am on a diet and I try not to eat these delicious but high-calorie things as much as possible. But yesterday I said no problem, you deserve it girl.

Today we had lunch at my father-in-law's house, and my husband's grandfather was there, he lost his wife almost a year ago. He looked very lonely and sad, sometimes when we talked about his wife, his face and my father-in-law's face were full of sadness.

I thought, sometimes when we hear about the death of someone around us, we react a little out of grief, while their loved ones are experiencing great grief. Or the person who died, how dear and important her life was to herself, how hard it was to leave this world, how hard it was to leave her loved ones and go, while our reaction only to this sad news, maybe was just one-hour experience of discomfort.

Now let's come, take a look around and look at the animals, that cute deer in the wildlife documentary shows how he runs away from the leopard with all his might to survive, and what a painful scene when he falls into the clutches of that leopard.

The same meat and chicken that we eat every day, when I remember that this chicken or sheep or cow was once alive and I killed them, so that it becomes my share of food. That oppressed animal also loved his life, like me, he must have been afraid of dying. If I could one day I would definitely be a vegetarian, but what can I do because my husband only loves meat...

Now the point is that if I become a vegetarian, I will still be sad for the living plant that separates from the soil for my food...

What should I do? Maybe I should go on a hunger strike, because whatever I eat, was alive one day, and because it became my food, it died.

I remember when I saw a beetle, I screamed and ran away, because I have a beetle phobia, that beetle also runs away, and my husband runs after it to kill that poor beetle, because if it doesn't die I will die of fear. I think it's my fault here, because that poor beetle is dying of my fear. I wish I was less cruel...

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