I’ve found last year’s list of goals/resolutions and started this year’s. If I haven’t hyped up my big resolutions enough yet then let me assure you it’s way cooler than “update all photo albums” or “read more books”…ahem, right. I also happened upon Ecclesiastes and think it might need to be a yearly tradition to read when setting resolutions each year.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for doing something more than watching TV each night or simply enduring each day to get to the next. But I can get ahead of myself. I plan and imagine an entire life that’s suddenly fulfilled and meaningful and more beautiful than any tumblr feed or pinterest board out there. I’ve made it. Except not really. Nothing I do will be ever be enough to hit that mark: “All streams flow into the sea, yet the sea is never full.” Don’t go crying about it, but you won’t ever make it either. There’s something disappointing in that, but even more so, there’s something incredibly freeing and wonderful about it. It’s all meaningless. Such a refreshing reminder.
5 The sun rises and the sun sets,
and hurries back to where it rises.
6 The wind blows to the south
and turns to the north;
round and round it goes,
ever returning on its course.
7 All streams flow into the sea,
yet the sea is never full.
To the place the streams come from,
there they return again.
8 All things are wearisome,
more than one can say.
The eye never has enough of seeing,
nor the ear its fill of hearing.
9 What has been will be again,
what has been done will be done again;
there is nothing new under the sun.
10 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.
Ecclesiastes 1:5-10