To slightly modify the saying, with overwhelmingly good fortune comes great responsibility.
Every day, I know that I am one of the relative handful of people who will provide these animals a voice – again, along with the readers of this blog. We, as thoughtful advocates, recognize that we have very limited time and resources. It would be easy, of course, to use our limited time to defend and protect our personal beliefs, to make sure that what we want is respected, that we are treated purely and fairly.
But everything we say and do can, and I believe, should, be judged by how much it actually helps the animals – how well our actions continue to further expose and end the horrible hidden brutality experienced by farmed animals. Relative to the amazing good fortune into which we were born, it costs us so very little to ignore the petty and small, and instead focus on making a real difference for the animals.
From time to time, various things can, of course, seem vitally important (or insulting) to us and our personal beliefs. But if we can put ourselves in the position of a broiler chicken with a broken leg, unable to reach water, it really isn’t that difficult to gain perspective such that we focus not on intra-vegan squabbles, but rather on constructive, life-changing and life-saving outreach.