Redominatelife

Eating Meat and Imagining Life Without It

I eat meat. It has always been part of my meals, part of my ways, almost like a language my body understands because I was introduced to it from birth. Sometimes I imagine what life would feel like without meat—how my meals would change, how my habits would shift, and how my taste buds would respond. But truthfully, I have been so used to it all my life that the thought feels distant, like trying to picture a version of myself I’ve never met.

When I think about it more deeply, I’m grateful for the meat I eat. Not everyone has it in their diet, and not always by choice. Some people avoid meat for health reasons, for religious beliefs, or for spiritual discipline. That alone makes me appreciate my own meals more—something so normal to me might be completely absent in someone else’s world.

I’ve also noticed something unique: in a village setting, eating meat is almost expected. It’s normal to see livestock around, fresh food prepared right there, and meals centered around what the land provides. But once you get into the city, or you travel farther away, you meet more and more people who don’t eat meat at all. Sometimes it’s lifestyle, sometimes it’s access, sometimes it’s the environment. It’s fascinating how location shapes our plates.

Looking ahead, I’ve always imagined having a few acres of my own one day. A quiet space where I can raise my own livestock, understand where my food comes from, and stay connected to the natural process. Not a big farm—just enough land to feed myself, share with others, and maintain a simple connection to what I eat.

It’s interesting how something as everyday as meat can make me reflect on habit, gratitude, culture, and future plans. In the end, it reminds me that food is more than taste—it’s history, place, and possibility.

Until next time .