Road to Nowhere

 We some times feel that we are traveling on a road that leads nowhere in particular or even to anywhere.  These are emotions that seem to come to the forefront of our thoughts and minds, wishing for something different, something more, something other than.

Today I took a walk down Hastings street or road that starts at the corner of where I live in Long Point.  It was only a 30 minute walk or so, likely about a single kilometer to be honest.  It's been a long time since I took a walk for the hell of it. A want and need to get outside.  The ice walls are melting and to be honest they look terrifyingly awesome.  There is an inspired hope that there will be more beach this year along parts of Long Point if not all of it.   Word already has spread that every space in the provincial park is booked for the summer season already, and any available space in a rented cottage has already been booked for the summer, some charging as high as two thousand dollars a week.

People are getting ready to step out, to get away from the city and urban centers and take in the lake front communities.  People are tired of the covid propaganda demanding stay at home and the list goes on and on.  Even after massive vaccination programs, the governments are still demanding people stay home.

Meanwhile the road to nowhere is being travelled upon by many people who are tired.  They are tired of the lockdowns.  They are tired of the ability of neighbours to call the local by-law office and the police to report a neighbour they don't like saying they are violating restrictions.

Meanwhile the governments are encouraging their counter parts if office to accept legislation that extends the so called "emergency powers" into regular powers of the premier or prime minister to maintain a more authoritarian rule over the population.

What is being pushed aside in the communities, are people who are suffering from loneliness and depression.  The ambarella term for it all is called "mental illness".  Suicides have been reported as being an increased problem.  Opioid overdoses are on the rise, taking more lives.  Family break ups are on the rise, and marital unions are being destroyed.  Meanwhile only covid propaganda has become the main stream of media continual number crunching reporting which doesn't make sense half the time.

Military tents were seen being erected at hospital parking lots in Toronto, advertising that a third wave of covid is on the way, a wave that was once predicted to happen near the end of April, especially after spring break and Easter weekend.  Let us not forget that the government has already said that a fourth wave will arrive at the end of the summer holidays to half way in September.  Strange how these waves have been planned out already.

The cause of lockdowns, isolations, vaccinations, social distancing, wearing masks and the fear in the minds of people are taking a toll that the governments and the health unit doctators are refusing to acknowledge.  The greater goal is to end the virus, when in reality it seems that the governments are more interested in maintaining fear in the minds of the people.  While the governments wallow in the filth and muck of authoritarian rule, heath unit doctors are given powers they were never entitled to have.  The people have been put in a state of fear causing them to obey and relish in crumbs of government handouts in exchange for the false hope and belief that the governments know what's best.

I somehow would like to believe that the road to nowhere will lead to somewhere.  I would like to believe that somewhere is better than what is being traveled on at the present time.  We all look forward to a time where no one will be required to wear a mask, where we can touch and feel someone close to us and not be afraid to visit friends and relatives.  I would like to think that this road to nowhere will lead to somewhere that is a lot better than the road the governments have chosen to push us towards.

The road leading to nowhere, perhaps has a place for compassion, where we can gather to support each other instead of fearing each other.  Perhaps somewhere along the road leading to nowhere has a house with a warm fire in the fireplace.  The smell of fresh bread baking, the aroma of food cooking.  That cup of coffee or tea waiting for us to enjoy.  Life returning to the flame of hope, where we can come together and be with each other just because.  A home where fear is left outside in the cold where it belongs, and people inside sing and laugh together, and even dance together in songs of merriment and fun.

When you get to that house on the road to nowhere, know that you are welcomed there.  Know that you are encouraged to stop, relax, enjoy the atmosphere of company and compassion.  Know that when you get to that house along the road to nowhere, that you have arrived somewhere and you are encouraged to enter into that house without fear, no mask, no social distancing,  A gathering of friends and families, a place of compassionate adventures.  Good food, good company, good grace and hope.

Perhaps our dreams of such a place along the road to nowhere, is somewhere we have seen before but never stopped to step inside.  Somewhere there is a house along the road to nowhere.  Step inside for you will be welcomed.  There will be good food, a warm hearth and most of all, good company.