No Going Back: Why Regret Fuels My Vegan Journey
I don’t miss my non-vegan days. I regret them. That truth lives in my bones now, as unshakable as my love for animals. Like the woman in this image, tenderly holding a piglet, I feel the weight of my past choices—choices made in ignorance, not cruelty, but harmful all the same.
Before going vegan, I never made the connection. I saw animals, but I didn’t see victims. Now, I see clearly. Every meal I used to eat was built on someone else’s suffering, and that haunts me. I can’t undo the past, but I can live differently now—with intention, with compassion, and with a fierce refusal to let convenience excuse cruelty.
Regret isn’t weakness. It’s a sign of growth, of awakening. And while I carry it with me, I use it as fuel. I speak up, I change minds, I protect those I once overlooked.
I don’t long for my old life. I grieve it—and that grief is why I’ll never go back.
"I don’t miss my non-vegan days. I regret them. That’s how I know I’ve changed."
By becoming a vegan being, I've learned to embrace truth, require truth, and reject dishonesy, and recognize misinformation and disinformation. Whether other people's (and corporate) lies are driven by ignorance, tribalism, or greed-- I reject them all, and honor truth for it's path to higher consciousness. I hope others will eventially see that living a life of lies and denial is as damaging to them as it is to everyone in their path.