Potato

When you eat a potato the next time, remember this.

It was alive.

It had brothers and sisters and perhaps even emotional bond with fellow vegetables.

It had potential to blossom into a bigger being, into parenting many more potatoes.

You cooked him alive. Robbed it of any possible future.

Next time someone preaches you to turn vegetarian. Reply. Potato.
Ps: I don’t hate vegetables. I love animals too.
I just don’t preach my food choices.