Just what about life draws you in? You know how people slow down when there is a traffic accident scene ahead. Why? Is it to give the workers room? Is it curiosity to see the scene? And what about wanting to help? Would you pull over and tend the the victims if you witnessed an accident?
We are moved when a notable person has died. The media reports it obsessively, and we end up learning more about the person in their death than we learned while they were living. Why couldn't the media, or why couldn't we ourselves, learn about them while they were living? Are we too busy working, schooling, running errands, cleaning, cooking, etc? Are we all a little selfish?
It's almost as if we become a little more caring when we hear about someone being dead. Suddenly we want to be with them, be a part of what they did in some way. Not that it's possible. But suddenly we care when we should have cared before.
On a different level, are we drawn to tragedy because it gives us an outlet for our emotions? We are granted the right to cry and not be ashamed for expressing our emotions, whether they be directly related to the tragedy or pent-up frustrations from our own lives. Is this the case? Are we really not supposed to express our emotions on a daily basis? Are we expected to be guarded in them?
Perhaps we are attracted to the art of it. We find something beautiful in the tragedy. It may be a renewed appreciation for life. Or maybe we are introduced to another figure or individual that we can appreciate as a new heroic figure.
Have you ever wondered these things? What's your take?



