Certainly for many of us, raised in a modern urban culture, it's quite a departure to go calmly up to an animal, one you're not frightened of, threatened by, or disgusted with, one you've known all its life and may even be a bit fond of, and deliberately end its life in order to eat it. We've become so disconnected with our food sources, we barely consider the human effort that goes into preparing our food, let alone the living animal or plant that it's made from. You can be driving in the city, feel a slight hunger pang, and within minutes find any number of buildings where you can obtain a meal. You can drive behind the building, talk into a box, hear a barely-human voice respond, drive to tinted windows where disembodied hands collect your money and give you a bag of food. And there you have a hot meat sandwich costing you just a dollar or two and very little time or effort. You barely acknowledged the server handing you the food, let alone considered allllll the people who cooked, prepped, shipped, butchered, harvested, grew & raised the plants & animals represented in your sack. You may even decide you cannot finish it all and throw away your unwanted portion.
I have found it very empowering to have learned to process my own chickens, and I am made extremely grateful for their meat on my table. I carefully consider all the effort on both our parts to bring it to my plate, and I do not waste a tiny morsel.