Over the Hill on the Yellow Brick Road, I came to an Amusement Park with a Horror House. I went inside, but instead of encountering a ghost or skeleton, I came across something much more frightening: the word “The End.” Of course, I had to begin a conversation…
Uh, so, you’re “the end?”
THE END: Yes. But I’m a complete failure. I hate my life.
THE END: You know, I think maybe I was a really horrible person in another life, so I came back as the word “the end.” Everyone hates me. It’s ongoing torture.
I can see how people wouldn’t like the sight of you because you represent “the end” of a great book…or “the end” of a fantastic movie.
THE END: Not to mention, “the end” of a vacation, “the end” of a romantic date, “the end” of an era…
But that’s assuming all those experiences are good ones. If you’re “the end” of a bad movie, everyone will welcome you. If you’re “the end” of a terrible vacation, people will be happy you show up. Know what I mean?
THE END: Yes. But no matter what, I represent change. Transition. People are always intimidated by me. It’s so horrible.
Listen, in my older age, I’ve given a lot of thought to the meaning of “the end.” One thing that seems to be true is, when something ends, something else always begins. So it’s not like “the end” represents total nothingness.
THE END: You mean, like…when a beautiful day ends, a starry night begins?
Yes. Or…when a pregnancy ends, a child enters the world. When a caterpillar’s stage of life ends, its life as a butterfly begins. When the rain ends, the sun comes out. When you come to “the end” of a beautiful hiking trail, you might be at the top of an amazing mountain.
THE END: Or…when graduation ends, you get to have a party.
Something like that.
THE END: Okay, but let’s stop beating around the bush. Let’s get to what’s most frightening about “the end.”
THE END: Death. What happens after you die? No one knows if that’s “the end.” And since I’m so incompetent, I can’t answer that either.
Maybe we can look at it this way… When something ends, something new always begins. So why would death be the one and only exception?
THE END: I don’t know.
And,…when we pass on, others remember us. Thoughts and messages we share seem to live on with those who are still on the earth. In that way, we don’t end.
THE END: Hmmm…
So, maybe the answer is…as long as we’re fortunate enough to be here, we can just go on trying to make the world a better place. We can keep searching for ways to make our lives meaningful to others.
THE END: You’re pretty good at this. Do you want to switch places? I’ll be a human and you be “the end?”
No thank you. But I’m glad we had this conversation. Are you feeling a little better?
THE END: Yes. I mean, no.
No? Why not?
THE END: Because, once again, “the end” is coming.
“The end” of what?
THE END: The end of this post!!!!! We have nothing else to say to each other, so it’s over! “The End!” Oh! I hate my life!!!!
Hang on. Maybe the post is ending, but the comment section is beginning.
THE END: So?
So maybe others who are reading this post will have something to say. Or maybe they’ll click the “like” button. In that way, a new part of this post is beginning.
THE END: But what if no one comments? Then it will really be “the end!” What if everyone forgets? Or what if everybody hated the post? Or what if they’re too busy to write a comment? Or what if they can’t think of anything to say? Or what if….
Dear Blogger friends, please write SOMETHING in the comment box or click the “like” button. Save my sanity! 🙂 —Cathi