The sun rises and the sun sets and hurries back to where it rises
I sense my existence as the sun radiantly breaks through
Till it fade away and prepare me to go through
The wind blows to the south and turns to the north; round and round it goes ever returning on its course
I thought I lived alone, yet I share the wind all along
I go, there you go
I stay, there you stay even I don’t see you
All streams flow into the sea, yet the sea is never full. To the place the streams come from, there they return again
I received; so I shall give; then I will delight of its worth
There is no remembrance of men of old, and even those who are yet to come will not be remembered by those who follow
Who then will remember me?
Why then am I here today?
Where then I go from here?
How then I live, me?
What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun
Nothingness, I would say
Then anything shall be the same
Let me change this way, to live like it hasn’t been again
I shall be new in the midst
Generations come and generations go, but the earth remains forever
If I go, shall my memories remain?
For I am just passing by
A temporary me
Wisdom is Meaningless... If I didn't apply it in my heart and forsake without understanding
Pleasures are Meaningless….for it last only for a short time
Toil is Meaningless…….for I must leave them to the one who comes after me
Riches are Meaningless…..for I will chase peace of mind
As I reflect on this, I will rise with the dawn of the day, to breathe the freedom of hope. I will travel to the far side of the sea to reach out. I will open flood gates to flow water to bring life to a dry land. I will open a hand that guides and lay hands to the one who comes after me. I will let love flow because I am loved.
Then, I declare that meaningless is not meaningless at all, for I discover the significance in the hands of the one who created them all.
Then my sleep will be sweet.
There is a common destiny for all as it with the good man so with the bad and that is in the grave. Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might, for in the grave, where we are going, there is neither working nor planning nor knowledge nor wisdom. No man knows when his time will come(Ecclesiastes 9:1-12)
Italic words excerpt from the book of Ecclesiastes 1:1-11