What it means to be a vegetarian


What does it mean to become a vegetarian? Does it mean you are a hippie who loves animals? Not exactly. There are several reasons why a person becomes a vegetarian. There are health reasons, but yes, there are also personal beliefs preventing one from consuming animal.

If you’re a vegetarian, does that mean you are also vegan? No, it doesn’t mean you are vegan, but it does mean that you are in some ways similar to vegans. Vegans are people who have a plant-based diet, so that means they do not consume anything that comes from animals or sea life whatsoever. Vegetarians on the other hand, although they do not consume animal, they may still consume dairy and or eggs. And yes, there are pescatarians but that is something totally different. Pescatarians consume sea life and no other animal.

As a proud vegetarian myself I sometimes consume eggs and very minimally consume dairy. I prefer to drink almond milk and the only reason I may consume dairy every once in a while is that at times I eat baked goods that have some dairy in them. I stopped consuming cheese two months ago and I stopped consuming dairy ice cream a month ago.

How long have I been a vegetarian for? Seven years to be exact. Do I regret it? Absolutely not.

When I meet people for the first time, everything is normal and then when they find out I’m a vegetarian I become an alien in about a second or so. At least it isn’t half a second. I guess, there aren’t as many vegetarians out there, so it may spark an interest. It’s just a little tiresome sometimes to answer the same questions over and over again but I mean if I can help in some way I guess it’s alright.

Why did I become a vegetarian? I get asked that question frequently. I became a vegetarian because ever since I was a child I hardly ate animal. I was forced to eat animal because my parents kept insisting I eat it and so, in the end, I gave in. I wasn’t a big fan of animal, but I still ate it on rare occasions. Then, an older sister became a vegetarian and soon enough another one of my sisters became a vegetarian. Those two sisters were the same ones who decided to put thoughts in my head. I already disliked eating animal. I didn’t particularly enjoy the taste, but my sisters made it worse. They made me realize I was eating something that was once alive and a few years later I became a vegetarian. It wasn’t a difficult decision.

If you become a vegetarian does that mean you aren’t healthy? Or does it mean you are extremely healthy? Yes and no to both questions. Just like someone who consumes animal, there are healthy and not so healthy people. At the beginning of my adventure, I was so unhealthy. I had no idea what I was doing. Over time I came to realize my mistakes and now I’m proud to say I’m a healthy vegetarian. Whenever I go to my doctor’s office and get a checkup done, my results come out extremely well.

What works for me may not work for you and vice versa.

Do I love animals? Yes, I adore them. Do I love the planet? Yes, of course. Thanks to this planet I’m alive and breathing. Are there things I would love to change or improve about the world. Absolutely. Does that make me a hippie? You decide that.

And now that we are at the end, let me just say, thank you for reading all the way through. 🙃

Photography, Poetry, Writing…


My website is a photography website, but so far every post I have added has been a poem. I love taking photos and writing poetry. Why not combine the two? If I’m honest with myself I also love to write, but writing a novel can be difficult. I’ve done it, but promoting a self-published book is challenging. After thinking about it for a while, I’ve decided to try and publish my novel once again but this time at a traditional publishing house. I’ve never really tried to do that. I’m hard headed and wanted to do everything myself. It’s time for a new adventure and hopefully, someday I become a well-known author. For this reason, I’m going to try and upload not only poetry but short stories, and writing in general. Even if I don’t get any views at all, why not exercise my writing skills? I know I still have a lot to learn.

If you guys are interested, I’ll be adding new poetry and short stories every week. I’ll probably also write about random stuff, whether it’s about what I’m currently thinking or things that I’m interested in.

Things that I’m interested in (there are more, this is just to list a few):
1)Vegetarian food
3)T.V. Shows (both in the U.S. and international)
4)Movies (both in the U.S. and international)
13)Martial Arts
14)Cultural Diversity

Thank you for taking the time to read this. 🙃



Sometimes I’m caught between the lines
Not knowing which way to turn to
Unable to decipher what’s right from wrong

And now I’m trying to keep this smile
Hoping all is alright
And that everything I aim for
Will actually blossom
This time

Wishing I could sit under this tree
Knowing everything will be just fine
And all my hard work will pay off
As I wish it would


Successful Bliss


If you live your days
like you’re not living at all,
will you be remembered?
And will your presence
be heard?
Will there be a voice,
illuminating the darkness
that may someday
make its way through?
Will the oceans
be there to guide you
when you need it
the most?
Will the strength you have,
help you at your worst?
Your mere presence
is the key to your very own
successful bliss.


Our Earth


The earth is heavenly
As it means we are guaranteed
A space to be alive and free
To celebrate the truth between
The lines of our reality.
We are free to breathe,
Free to see
Only if we are given
The gift to see,
But more than that
Is not guaranteed
As sad as it may be,
We are living under
A wicked dome
Of social constraints
That penetrate
So deeply to the point
Where we are forced
To choose sides
From wrong or right.
Can it be
That we can be
Just one big happy family
And share this earth
For we only have one
And let us protect it
For our sake and livelihood.


The Cycle of the Depressed


Recognition is just a game we play
Here in our inventive space
Of elves and shards
That dance to tunes
Of roses and flutes
With melodies
That shine above
All mountain tops
Even as the sun
Pokes fun at us
From a height
That reaches galaxies
And destines
Of shooting stars
From time to time
To activate
The pleasure gene
We humans devour
To an extreme degree
As if life has held
A special place
With roses and fountains
Of endless waters
That fall and touch
The glory streets
Of our home
Away from home
Just as if it was
Meant to be
Far more
Than what we
Intended it to be
Like a child
Wobbling down the street
With no pedigree
Searching for answers
To feel at ease
As if senseless remedies
Weren’t some sort of
Satisfactory lesions
Of colorful bliss
Intended to breathe
In the fresh air
That accumulates
Whenever the worst is seen
As dust carries on
And sits on by
From the scraps of our skin
To the mix of oxygen
Like a dancing volcano
Enjoying its movements
That burn and bleed
To the point of endless degrees
As if the pain were mere coincidence
Eluding thee
To a new dimension
Capable of denying all truths
Inside a tomb
Caved in to make one fit
And behave mannerly
And tenderly
In such a way
To rectify all that was lost
And all that can be
From the art of disgrace
And art of the grace
Of the one who was told
Not to believe
How the world chooses
And speaks
Who lives and who dies
From one from the street
With little to no regret
Living a life
As dull as it gets
Or as sweet as a fruit candy
Ready to be eaten
And enjoyed by thee
And all who have captivated
Every moment
As if it were their last
From the moment
One came to be
To the spring of one’s energy
As if pigments
Of one’s imagination
Contorted into dimensions
Of darkness and light
In spite of the truth
That shrivels and spooks
All who care defiantly
With arms full and wide
Dropping to the sea
As daisies grow and learn
The chaotic melodies
Of tortured beauties
From the land
Of wonderful
Yet hateful disparities
Brought together
By a fleet
Of tattooed histories.