Occasionally I find myself wishing I was ignorant of the plight of the lost child. I think about losing the memories of the smells and sounds in the orphanages. Above all I find myself wanting to forget the faces of the children. The children that unless somebody intervenes are destined for tragedy. I want to go back to a time when they, the lost child, were out there and not in here. I don’t want these memories because they haunt me. They compel me to action. I sometimes just want to go back to a time when I was ignorant!
This primal urge reminds of the lines below from the movie, The Matrix. The character Cypher is struggling with his own desire for ignorance. He longs for the days when he was “plugged in” and was unaware that his entire world was a farce.
…. I know what you're thinking, 'cause right now I'm thinking the same thing. Actually, I've been thinking it ever since I got here: Why oh why didn't I take the BLUE pill?
… I know this steak doesn't exist. I know that when I put it in my mouth, the Matrix is telling my brain that it is juicy and delicious. After nine years, you know what I realize?
[Takes a bite of steak]
Ignorance is bliss…
Would my willful ignorance of the plight the lost child faces really change anything?
Would my ignorance change the fact that a little boy named Vladik in Eastern Europe will almost certainly be dead before his 18th birthday simply because he was born without legs?
Would my ignorance change the fact that a little girl named Chan in China will be dumped on the steps of a decrepit government orphanage?
Would my ignorance change the fact that a young girl named Grace in ‘sex with a virgin cures AIDS?’will be raped because local folk legend says
Would my ignorance change the fact that a young boy named Hector inwill be conscripted into a violent street gang?
Would my ignorance change the fact that a young man named Jason in the United States will join over 250,000 other former foster children who have aged out ofand are now in prison?
The reality is my fleeting wish for ignorance is really nothing more than a desire to not confront myself with the fact that the statistic in my mind is an actual child! A REAL child that if I or somebody else does not intervene will face certain untenable odds.
Would my willful ignorance be any better than woeful arrogance?