First of all:
If you have a sibling, take care of him/her. I love my brother more than I love anyone, and love is the only thing that can change this world. If you care about animals, the environment, human rights, whatever, and you do not know love then you will never fully understand what you are fighting so hard for. My brother is not a vegan, but he is my best support and doesn't even realize it. Suck it to the haters.
Another idea that I have pondered today:
An overwhelming majority of the Chattanooga youth (including my precious brother) are sitting comfy in their tye-dye (sp??) while the years bring us further from the 60s. Why are the 60s so hot right now????
The 60s are dead. Let's find our own identity because looking in the past isn't moving us any further from the pain of this war or the suffering of today's animals. Our movement begins the day we take responsibility for our own actions and see the world around us through our own eyes. We need the eyes of a new savior: not of Jesus Christ or John Lennon. We need the eyes of a real person: not a political talking head. We need our own peace sign, our own revolution. I believe that this revolution should begin with the leveling of all beings: humans are animals. When this idea is encouraged, we cannot help but respect the land, the animals, and inevitably and so perfectly respect each other. All falls in line when we love our surroundings and thus are surrounded by love. Discriminating love is just discrimination. Women's rights, the rights of all races, religious rights, gay rights, etc. can all make new statements in the history books of the future if animal rights are asserted today. I do not wish for the children of the future to be reading the same shitty text books in the same shitty schools with the same shitty notions because our generation- a generation with a tremendous opportunity to shift the consciousness of the world- spends too much time whining about how great the 60s were. The aspects of the 60s that were great all depended on a new unsilence (yea- my word). Nothing was still. Everything was moving- ergo a movement happened. I fear today that the majority of people either ignore the need for change because of selfish laziness OR they mimic a generation that created their destiny. The young adults of 2008 need to create our destiny- not copy an outdated and incompatible plan. Come on, we have Ipods now. Yea... Ipods... so that's a start. Anyway, I know Jimi Hendrix still makes your groin tickle, but we are escaping the now by way of the sixties. We are doing their drugs and listening to their music- the purple haze is keeping us in that generation's shadow. So sober up and see that we have new problems today that can't be solved in your basement with your old records and sweet Grateful Dead calender that you got at Bonnaroo. My advice for our generation's first real step:
A (free) Vegetarian Starter Kit from the PETA website. It may just be the starter of our movement.
BTW: Elvis really is dead too.
From My Heart to My Blog,
Katlyn
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