Ecclesiastes: A book of Hope

Not so despairing today. Why? I don’t know. I slept well. I am taking PTO tomorrow and head back to Santa Cruz. I ate a delicious pummelo. I walked in the fresh air to work and I saw a banana plant in blossom and very cute 5-year-old on the bus with his dad. I read Ecclesiastes and I saw the sentence “So i hated life” and I felt not so alone in my feelings of despair. The bible knows that life is meaningless, a chasing after the wind. Molecules and sunrises seem less like complicated abominations and more like necessary facts today. As the author of Ecclesiastes would note: stressing about the fact is life is life is also meaningless. I feel like I am holding less tightly to life and understanding it. Every paragraph of thought is started with “everything is meaningless.” And this gives me hope because if it doesn’t (or does) come to a conclusion, it still is meaningless.


geez... i feel like these two last posts have been so White American and High School. Oh well...