Vanity of vanities

"Vanity of vanities," says the Preacher; "Vanity of vanities, all is vanity." What profit has a man from all his labour In which he toils under the sun? One generation passes away, and another generation comes; But the earth abides forever. The sun also rises, and the sun goes down, And hastens to the place where it arose.  - Ecclesiastes 1:2-5

Why are we here? What does it matter? Is there any meaning to this life? Why bother?

These are the kinds of philosophical questions that are and always have been a part of human existence.

Solomon, the great and powerful and rich, had everything he could possibly want from the world. He had wealth and women and fast horses and silver and gold and jewels and honour and prestige. Whatever he wanted he had.

But, in spite of all that, he still found his life empty. Everything he had was like trying to put the wind in your pocket – empty.

At the end of the day this world doesn’t have a whole lot to offer in the way of eternal peace and security. Everything is fragile and it can all fall apart at any moment. It will always be that way until we realise that our only real meaning in this comes from having a view of eternity.