Poor little pigs

As a Philo major student, one of my hobbies besides Philosophizing is to cook. Yes, I cook, and when I do the world starts to stand still. '',


Doing many rituals first before cooking. I almost cried feeling pity and kind of remorsetoward poor pigs got slaughtered to be sold in the wet market.

before they were free pigs innocent and had no faintest idea they would be served on tables.


Oh no! the world has been to harsh for them. Now, these pork chops were once playful jolly piglets that eventually grew up to meet their destiny. So sad! = C

Anyways, that's beside the point. However, sympathizing has become part of the daily aspects of my life. I couldn't help but to pause for a while, stare at these three chops of pork and to see beyond these things.

My rationalizing was averted to the prospect of mouthwatering meal served before my very eyes. Indeed, the call of stomach and Super ego combined are greater than the call for social responsibility including the pigs.

And so, without double thoughts, I pre-heated the pan and carried on to satisfy my growling stomach.

Yummy! The smell of the pork chops marinaded a day before it met the fire conquered the atmosphere in the kitchen. It made me even more excited and conveniently forget everything, even my remorse and guilt brought about by my social responsibility even towards animals like pigs.

And after a couple of minutes, they were almost cooked.

And I helped myself to the sumptuous blessings before my very eyes. I got satisfied and full.

But then again, after I have done eating, a sudden pang of guilt came flooding my emotions again.

Those little piglets who did not do anything wrong unto me were already smithereens that satisfied my exquisite taste and hungry stomach?

They who did nothing but enjoy life at its best. Oh my god!

huhuhu!


In the end, my conscience kept bothering me! ...


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