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,
Anyway, today’s post is about disillusionment. Expectations vs. reality? It’s kind of a shout out to the movie (500) Days of Summer, as well. To be disillusioned is to have the illusions in your mind shattered. Reality doesn’t live up to expectations. It happens all the time to people every day. But every time, you can’t help but feel like the rug was pulled from under your feet. You had been set on this path and suddenly there is no path at all, and you’re stuck peering over the ended sidewalk to the blank future.
Right now, I’m standing on this cliff. I know what I need to do and I even know things I could do that would help just a little bit. But I just want to yell to the world “I can’t do this.” I’m scared to move. Wouldn’t you be scared if you were at the end of the sidewalk forever?
At this point, there really is nothing else to do except keep moving forward. There is no old sidewalk left but you can surely build a new one piece by piece and eventually you will have your own brand new and improved yellow brick road. It’s not easy. But you’ll get there. Just start with one step.