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.”

Which is?

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.


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  


111 thoughts on “CONVERSATION WITH…The End.

  1. I cannot let you down cathi. 😊 have liked and commented and am sure it will now just go on. Can we not change the name of The End and make it The End-Gining. So that it actually has a part of the new beginning to it. Please ask The End about it . That way each time someone sees The End, they are reminded of the new beginning after it . 👍🏻

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  2. I read The End in the voice of Eeyore …. it seemed to fit, you I read in my own voice but the one that I used to use when the children were having an Eeyore day. I still use it sometimes – it’s very bright and airy and also extremely resilient. Inarguable. But the Eeyore always has a response. I guess if one convinces The End that there is no End then it ceases to exist. Poor The End – caught in a philosophical Catch 22.

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      • The genius of Milne about whom, I have been having a conversation with another on my last post who remarked that perhaps my age of six has to do with his poem on being six. Anyway, his genius was that he captured all the traits of human nature (not the evil nasty ones, just the benign bits that we all carry), separated them and gave each a character to showcase it. Eeyore, Piglet, Owl, Pooh himself, Tigger, Kanga and Roo even Rabbit … each one of them is a personality trait and Eeyore is most recognizable to most of us. Appropriately, by the way, the poem I refer to is titled ‘The End’.


      • I agree with you re: Milne. I also love the characters in Alice in Wonderland, The Wizard of Oz, and other classic fairy tale authors. They are rich on many levels. I would love to read the conversation with Eeyore you refer to but I couldn’t find it on your blog. Can you send a direct link?

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      • I can certainly do that but not from this device (more accurately I have no idea to do it from this device). When I am back on Morla The Mac I will activate the bird brain and fire a link. It was in the commentary on the post I wrote on Friday called ‘But are not all things beautiful?’. I think that writing for children carries with it great responsibility and the true greats manage to write tales that we relate to whatever our age, that we never tire of, that we find more and more that makes sense in.


  3. HI, Cathi! Thanks for stopping by my blog and liking my post on brain-healthy eating. I am enjoying my visit to yours. This definitely isn’t the end of that visit. As a plus 70 aged blogger, I think about the end a lot. You make a good point in that it really is the ultimate yin/yang experience. Have a great day!

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  4. Great points on endings and death! I like to believe that every ending brings about a new beginning. And as for death, no one knows what comes after it, but if we don’t die I don’t think we’ll be as passionate in our pursuit of meaning and happiness in life. The fact that our lives will end at some point drives us to get up everyday and work as hard as we can to achieve our goals. I hope this comforts The End somehow.🙂

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  5. Love it! I think it is one of my favorites as well. I’ve noticed that many of us have been recently talking about changes, the ends and the new beginning of things… Each and every one of us in our own uniqueness but still proof that there is no end really; just a flow of creativity which seems in a constant dance. Bravo Cathi for this lovely post!

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  6. I think it is the “The” in “The End” which probably depresses The End so much. Perhaps a name change is in order. Or, more simply, The End can be like other celebrities and go by a single name. “End” is much less intimidating. Feel free to pass my suggestion along!

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  7. Good evening Cathi 🙂

    I found your blog through Susie’s Party, and I am so glad I visited you!! I really enjoyed your humor and wit, and I can’t wait to read more of those conversations (the Dandelion one really intrigues me!!)

    Have a lovely weekend!! xx

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  8. I loved this. You have such a wonderful way with words and this post is food for thought. You’ve made ‘The End’ stand out and look more promising and beautiful for me. Looking forward to reading more. Susie sent me and now I’m going to follow you 🙂

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  9. I lost a dear friend last week, she was 103 and I have been thinking about The End a lot. We used to share a daily short walk, which inevitably reached its halfway point at the cemetery where her husband’s memorial stone stands and my dad’s tree lives. She, too, has left her physical form, but whenever I go on that walk, I am thinking of her, I visit her husband and my dad’s tree. I am continuing our walks, I will visit her when she joins her husband and have a chat. I will tell her about the latest exploits of my grandsons, whom she always asked about. Her house is being sorted, her clothes given away, but the contents will have a new life with others and so too will the house. It will be renovated and look spanking new again, ready to enter its new era. And it will contain all the memories created there by her and her family, who have lived there over half a century. There is no ending here.

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