Compassion

As I walk around, lending my shoulder, I feel a sense of grief. I absorb all I can and redistribute it via text and voice. I watch people eating things they should never eat and I take it. What's one to do at such an urgent point in our existence? Venting works for a while but it doesn't really help anyone. I'm leaving for Los Angeles next month to pursue something Raw and Vegan. Whatever falls into place, falls into place. As hard as it is to leave my home, it's time for change. The eternal struggle keeps me alive. All I see around is decay and disintegration. Maybe it's just the way I perceive it. It's not good or bad, it simply is.
If you want to feel alive, it's so simple: Eat a plant-based diet that IS alive. Live in defiance of our culture and actually get healthy. Health doesn't only mean skinny or fat, pretty or ugly. We made those terms up to define ourselves. Being one of five billion species, we really ought to find our place in the world. Life feeds on life, not death. The murder of sentient beings is unforgivable and everyone inherently knows that.
Compassion becomes us on so many levels. If I ramble on and on about Raw and Living Foods lifestyle change that's just my contribution to the greater whole. With all due respect, where is yours? How can we pull it all together and save ourselves before it's too late? I know most of you reading this already do your part. I ask you to pass this on if you truly want to be the be the change you want to see in this world. My green smoothie awaits...