"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.

This seems to be true. Sad, and yet true. These words were written 1000's of years ago and yet they are more true today than when they were written.

Do we try to find a point in life to make ourselves feel better? Do we look for meaning to feel less futile? What is the point of all our struggles? Why do we have the inherent need to survive?

So much of our lives just seems to be filling time until we are done. We run around in circles in the system that we have created for ourselves not stopping long until to reconize that so much of what we do it completely pointless. We struggle to have enough money or rather to have the right amount of money. I wish I could excape from this system--from this society--but there is no excape because it is so ingrained within us that what we are trying to ultimaltly excape is ourselves. And the only way that excape comes is through death. And that is a whole different story.