It doesn’t matter.
Yeah, I said it. It doesn’t matter. It’s all a chasing of the wind. What is “it”? It is the chasing of the wind. All the things that don’t truly matter. You know what those things are. You know, as soon as you get news that a loved one has passed away and you wish you’d spent more time with them, the things we chase don’t bring any peace or satisfaction. They don’t matter.
“What do people get for all the toil and anxious striving with which they labor under the sun? All their days their work is grief and pain; even at night their minds do not rest. This, too is meaningless.”
