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I can't specifically tell you why, but I think they feel helpless, and seeing this inflicts pain onto themselves, so they attempt to avoid it, thinking that it may just go away. They don't want to be sad, and they get sad seeing these things, so they tell themselves that there's nothing they can do, and everything will be fine. Ignorance is bliss. They don't want these sad things to be mixed in with their day-to-day life. I mean, I don't think these thoughts are specifically running through their head, but I think it's their subconsious reaction.
Or at least that's my theory.
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Where the Sidewalk Ends
by Shel Silverstein
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends. |