The next great thing

I get up to start working, stay up all day getting not enough done, then I go to bed way too late because I’m afraid I’ll miss something great. My mind is ablaze with the next thing I have to try out. The list of ideas I must explore is full of tomorrow’s to-do’s, and the next. I own one-hundred URLs… one for each new adventure. I often wonder what, or more accurately who I’m trying to save.

But I’m saved, right? Alive? Content? I have a God who leads me, feeds me, and then gives me rest… right?

The wise man of Isreal takes a deep breath and exhales:

Everything Is Meaningless

The words of the Teacher, son of David, king in Jerusalem:

Meaningless! Meaningless!”
says the Teacher.
“Utterly meaningless!
Everything is meaningless.”

What does man gain from all his labor
at which he toils under the sun?

Generations come and generations go,
but the earth remains forever.

The sun rises and the sun sets,
and hurries back to where it rises.

The wind blows to the south
and turns to the north;
round and round it goes,
ever returning on its course.

All streams flow into the sea,
yet the sea is never full.
To the place the streams come from,
there they return again.

All things are wearisome,
more than one can say.
The eye never has enough of seeing,
nor the ear its fill of hearing.

What has been will be again,
what has been done will be done again;
there is nothing new under the sun.

Is there anything of which one can say,
“Look! This is something new”?
It was here already, long ago;
it was here before our time.

There is no remembrance of men of old,
and even those who are yet to come
will not be remembered
by those who follow.

— Ecclesiastes 1:1-11