Agape
Love, so profound.
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Sunday, October 30, 2005
Saturday, October 29, 2005
Bent Back
Test test...
New layout! It reminds me of my bedsheet forgive the stray strands of hair heheh.. And I gave Humphrey a good scrub that made him turn color from blue to green. But I promise there wasn't blood shed, if not he would be reddish.
I've been sitting in front of the computer for two days straight! Only getting up to go to the bathroom, kitchen, to walk aimlessly around the hall and then it's back to my room okay, I did go outdoors twice. I'm on an Adobe marathon: I have to do a fashion catalog for one of my modules: 4 pages of back-to-back images with text, excluding covers. Which means 8 images and a lot of grueling rendering. I've been listening to the same small playlist for the last two days, so I know every tinkle and crinkle in all 12 songs. My posture in front of the pc I refuse to imagine; my shoulders and back are suffering, and my eyes... my eyessss!!! What more, the unseen radiation... I think I will turn into something else by the time I'm finished.. probably something very yellow and demented. Like a stale piece of muruku.. which reminds me, Happy Deepavali!
For three days in a row, I went to the Bukit Bintang area, to run errands. Traveling from Cyberjaya to the other end of the world is veerry tiring. For two out of the three days, I parked opposite the Kelana Jaya LRT station, and for the two out of three days, I had bad experiences with the weather and parking machine the third day I drove all the way. First day: blazing hot with no change.. Second day: Storm with all the change in the world but malfunctioning machine! So it involved a lot of walking up and down in the sun and rain, a lot of grunting and violent facial expressions. Gaaahh!
But the third day, I had the opportunity to drive up to the city for the first time! It was exciting :D I managed to escape being blackmarked as the driver who was new in town because/and I didn't knock anydumbo wandering pedestrains down. My dad was with me he was on the way back to Penang from Johor; he dropped by for 2 days and we parked in the KL I.T. Hospital, also known as Low Yat Plaza, to do a little servicing on my CPU RM 2 per hour parking - next time, park in Times Square: RM 4 a day. I couldn't bear the thought of staying any longer with the sickly parking rate, so we went to MidValley RM1, yay! to have our lunch and buy some groceries.
In MidValley, we ate at Teppanyaki, which I recommend for those fond of Chinese and Japanese cuisine. Although Teppanyaki serves Japanese food, it has Chinese flavors to it, so it is guaranteed tasty and not bland. I had their salmon with rice dish that also came with a huge mountain of freshly fried taugehs beansprouts lah. Your rice dishes and meat are cooked by their chefs (?) right under your nose, so you can correct them if you think they aren't doing it proper, and hopefully they won't signal their colleagues to add spit into your California Roll which I had also! Nice..
* MojoJojo or plainly, Joel was kind enough to allow me to utilize his car for the 5 days he was in Bangkok. So my prayers were answered, that I could drive and ease my transportation-that-leads-to-financial woes! And I got the RAM I needed for my pc too! Thank you God.
Listening to A Plain Morning by Dashboard Confessional. Comforting but in a sad way. Hmm.
I see ants!
New layout! It reminds me of my bedsheet forgive the stray strands of hair heheh.. And I gave Humphrey a good scrub that made him turn color from blue to green. But I promise there wasn't blood shed, if not he would be reddish.
I've been sitting in front of the computer for two days straight! Only getting up to go to the bathroom, kitchen, to walk aimlessly around the hall and then it's back to my room okay, I did go outdoors twice. I'm on an Adobe marathon: I have to do a fashion catalog for one of my modules: 4 pages of back-to-back images with text, excluding covers. Which means 8 images and a lot of grueling rendering. I've been listening to the same small playlist for the last two days, so I know every tinkle and crinkle in all 12 songs. My posture in front of the pc I refuse to imagine; my shoulders and back are suffering, and my eyes... my eyessss!!! What more, the unseen radiation... I think I will turn into something else by the time I'm finished.. probably something very yellow and demented. Like a stale piece of muruku.. which reminds me, Happy Deepavali!
For three days in a row, I went to the Bukit Bintang area, to run errands. Traveling from Cyberjaya to the other end of the world is veerry tiring. For two out of the three days, I parked opposite the Kelana Jaya LRT station, and for the two out of three days, I had bad experiences with the weather and parking machine the third day I drove all the way. First day: blazing hot with no change.. Second day: Storm with all the change in the world but malfunctioning machine! So it involved a lot of walking up and down in the sun and rain, a lot of grunting and violent facial expressions. Gaaahh!
But the third day, I had the opportunity to drive up to the city for the first time! It was exciting :D I managed to escape being blackmarked as the driver who was new in town because/and I didn't knock any
In MidValley, we ate at Teppanyaki, which I recommend for those fond of Chinese and Japanese cuisine. Although Teppanyaki serves Japanese food, it has Chinese flavors to it, so it is guaranteed tasty and not bland. I had their salmon with rice dish that also came with a huge mountain of freshly fried taugehs beansprouts lah. Your rice dishes and meat are cooked by their chefs (?) right under your nose, so you can correct them if you think they aren't doing it proper, and hopefully they won't signal their colleagues to add spit into your California Roll which I had also! Nice..
* MojoJojo or plainly, Joel was kind enough to allow me to utilize his car for the 5 days he was in Bangkok. So my prayers were answered, that I could drive and ease my transportation-that-leads-to-financial woes! And I got the RAM I needed for my pc too! Thank you God.
Listening to A Plain Morning by Dashboard Confessional. Comforting but in a sad way. Hmm.
I see ants!
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Monday, October 24, 2005
Fragility
So love me like porcelain,
cup me in your palms.
Hairline cracks -
they travel deep;
miles from creamy smooth.
They could bleed into powder;
sift silently through fingers,
but surely,
surely not yours.
Love me like porcelain.
cup me in your palms.
Hairline cracks -
they travel deep;
miles from creamy smooth.
They could bleed into powder;
sift silently through fingers,
but surely,
surely not yours.
Love me like porcelain.
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Sunday, October 23, 2005
Night
Wipe them away,
that I may look at You,
and know that I am saved.
Convicted again -
apart from You, I am nothing.
A rib of Adam and a smile of pink,
a head of words and a heart of love,
but still down on my knees;
my sins are near and my sins are here,
wipe them away,
that I may look at them,
and know that I am saved.
Slow me down, take me with You,
and keep me where I know is better.
When the wind blows,
let my tears carry with the lies,
that this heart may love again,
love the truth and light.
The truth, marred by hypocrisy,
still, it conquers but unites.
Perfect love, scarred by perversity,
still, it offers its tired hands.
Should I recollect in the future,
I will remember when I was undeserving
yet called from the depths by name,
when I was unbridled and untamed,
but the whip was Second Chance.
I have been here before,
still, the sorrows are never the same
but the graceful truth remains -
apart from You, I am nothing.
Wipe them away,
that I may lie in Your arms,
and know that I am saved.
Tonight, when it gets lonely.
_________________________________________________________________________
A little seperate note.
Mummy, I love you.
I seem to be sprouting with writings in purple nowadays, but when you can't express your feelings in any other way, I guess purple is good.
Also, I've been consuming too many sultana/raisin biscuits lately - you know those old school ones where the rectangular biscuits have flattened raisin goodness in them? Yeah. And I think all that sugar turns purple, or not. Shrug.
that I may look at You,
and know that I am saved.
Convicted again -
apart from You, I am nothing.
A rib of Adam and a smile of pink,
a head of words and a heart of love,
but still down on my knees;
my sins are near and my sins are here,
wipe them away,
that I may look at them,
and know that I am saved.
Slow me down, take me with You,
and keep me where I know is better.
When the wind blows,
let my tears carry with the lies,
that this heart may love again,
love the truth and light.
The truth, marred by hypocrisy,
still, it conquers but unites.
Perfect love, scarred by perversity,
still, it offers its tired hands.
Should I recollect in the future,
I will remember when I was undeserving
yet called from the depths by name,
when I was unbridled and untamed,
but the whip was Second Chance.
I have been here before,
still, the sorrows are never the same
but the graceful truth remains -
apart from You, I am nothing.
Wipe them away,
that I may lie in Your arms,
and know that I am saved.
Tonight, when it gets lonely.
_________________________________________________________________________
A little seperate note.
Mummy, I love you.
I seem to be sprouting with writings in purple nowadays, but when you can't express your feelings in any other way, I guess purple is good.
Also, I've been consuming too many sultana/raisin biscuits lately - you know those old school ones where the rectangular biscuits have flattened raisin goodness in them? Yeah. And I think all that sugar turns purple, or not. Shrug.
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Thursday, October 20, 2005
Endon
Even though the fig trees have no blossoms, and there are no grapes on the vine; even though the olive crop fails, and the fields lie empty and barren; even though the flocks die in the fields, and the cattle barns are empty, yet I will rejoice in the Lord! I will be joyful in the God of my salvation. The Sovereign Lord is my strength! He will make me as surefooted as a deer and bring me safely over the mountains.I cannot imagine the pain when someone as close to you as a spouse passes away, and having an entire nation sit on your shoulders when losing a part of yourself. When something as breaking as this happens, several will praise with admiration those who can keep their composures and be 'strong' for the sake of others in the midst of such a life shaking turn.
Habukkuk 3:17-19
Dear Pak Lah,
you don't have to. You are our country's leader but firstly, you are as human as a grieving husband. You are not weak when you are true to your heart. Your country shares the pain with you; how unfair it is if we expect you to wipe away your tears for tomorrow. Because only God is the source and giver of strength; he understands that a manmade exterior of steel cannot compensate the pain unseen. It takes time. We pray that God continues to sustain you and that you will find comfort in Him.
Datin Seri Endon Mahmood, 1940-2005
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Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Untitled
When the wind howls and beckons,
take me with you, take me with you.
take me with you, take me with you.
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Saturday, October 15, 2005
Six a.m.
Slow me down,
caving,
vaporing thin.
Slow me down,
a head in hands;
a heart in pretence.
Slow me down,
running back,
brushing regret.
Slow me down,
a head of words,
a heart of love.
Slow me down,
slow me down.
a song -jdth-
caving,
vaporing thin.
Slow me down,
a head in hands;
a heart in pretence.
Slow me down,
running back,
brushing regret.
Slow me down,
a head of words,
a heart of love.
Slow me down,
slow me down.
a song -jdth-
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Thursday, October 13, 2005
Thursday, October 06, 2005
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
From Me
To my friends and strangers I have hurt, mistreated, offended, accused, lied, dishonored, neglected and wronged in many ways.. I am sorry. And I'm even more sorry that this did not come much earlier.
And to my Muslim friends, selamat berpuasa.
And to my Muslim friends, selamat berpuasa.
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Monday, October 03, 2005
Everyone
Should everything be a lie -
every book I've read;
every word I've uttered;
every fact I've marveled,
every smile I've seen,
and every person I've loved,
then I hope you are living in truth.
Should everything be a mistake -
every battle I've waged;
every question I've answered;
every choice I've made;
every reason I've defended;
and every person I've wronged,
then I hope you are getting it right.
Should everything be a let-down -
every promise I've hugged,
every Maybe I've gripped,
every opportunity I've clutched,
every finger I've crossed,
and every person I've trusted,
then I hope you are gaining sure assurance.
Should everything be a breeze -
every bend I've cleared,
every riddle I've answered,
every fall I've broken,
every dare I've taken,
and every person I've forgiven,
then I hope you are longing for more.
For I know what lies are and what truth is,
And I make mistakes though I try to get it right,
And I have been let down to no assurance.
And when everything is a breeze, I've tasted even better.
There is something better.
I know that there is better.
And I know what is.
-jdth-
every book I've read;
every word I've uttered;
every fact I've marveled,
every smile I've seen,
and every person I've loved,
then I hope you are living in truth.
Should everything be a mistake -
every battle I've waged;
every question I've answered;
every choice I've made;
every reason I've defended;
and every person I've wronged,
then I hope you are getting it right.
Should everything be a let-down -
every promise I've hugged,
every Maybe I've gripped,
every opportunity I've clutched,
every finger I've crossed,
and every person I've trusted,
then I hope you are gaining sure assurance.
Should everything be a breeze -
every bend I've cleared,
every riddle I've answered,
every fall I've broken,
every dare I've taken,
and every person I've forgiven,
then I hope you are longing for more.
For I know what lies are and what truth is,
And I make mistakes though I try to get it right,
And I have been let down to no assurance.
And when everything is a breeze, I've tasted even better.
There is something better.
I know that there is better.
And I know what is.
-jdth-
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Sunday, October 02, 2005
Diary of A King (III)
Companionship I observed yet another example of meaninglessness in our world. This is the case of a man who is all alone, without a child or a brother, yet who works hard to gain as much wealth as he can. But then he asks himself, "Who am I working for? Why am I giving up so much pleasure now?" It is all so meaningless and depressing.
Two people can accomplish more than twice as much as one; they get a better return for their labor. If one person falls, the other can reach out and help. But people who are alone when they fall are in real trouble. And on a cold night, two under the same blanket can gain warmth from each other. But how can one be warm alone? A person standing alone can be attacked and defeated, but two can stand back-to-back and conquer. There are even better, for a triple-braided cord is not easily broken.
If you see a poor person being oppressed by the powerful and justice being miscarried throughout the land, don't be surprised! For every official is under orders from higher up, and matters of justice only get lost in red tape and bureaucracy. Even the king milks the land for his own profit!
Those who love money will never have enough. How absurd to think that wealth brings true happiness! The more you have, the more people come to help you spend it. So what is the advantage of wealth - except perhaps to watch it run through your fingers!
There is another serious problem I have seen in the world. Riches are sometimes hoarded to the harm of the saver, or they are put into risky investments that turn sour, and everything is lost. In the end, there is nothing left to pass on to one's children. People who live only for wealth come to the end of their lives as naked and empty-handed as on the day they were born.
And this, too is a very serious problem. As people come into this world, so they depart. All their hard work is for nothing. They have been working for the wind, and everything will be swept away. Throughout their lives, they live under a cloud - frustrated, discouraged and angry.
All people spend their lives scratching for food, but they never seem to have enough. Considering this, do wise people really have any advantage over fools? Do poor people gain anything by being wise and knowing how to act in front of others?
Enjoy what you have rather than desiring what you don't have. Just dreaming about nice things is meaningless; it is like chasing the wind.
The Future - Determined and Unknown Everything has already been decided. It was known long ago what each person would be. So there's no use arguing with God about your destiny.
The more words you speak, the less they mean. So why overdo it?
In the few days of our empty lives, who knows how our days can best be spent? And who can tell what will happen in the future after we are gone?
Wisdom for Life A good reputation is more valuable than the most expensive perfume. In the same way, the day you die is better than the day you are born.
Sorrow is better than laughter, for sadness has a refining influence on us. A wise person thinks much about death, while the fool thinks only about having a good time now.
It is better to be criticized by a wise person than to be praised by a fool! Indeed, a fool's laughter is quickly gone, like thorns crackling in a fire. This also is meaningless.
Extortion turns wise people into fools, and bribes corrupt the heart.
Finishing is better than starting. Patience is better than pride. Don't be quick-tempered, for anger is the friend of fools.
Don't long for "the good old days," for you don't know whether they were any better than today. Being wise is as good as being rich; in fact, it is better. Wisdom or money can get you almost anything, but it's important to know that only wisdom can save your life.
Notice the way God does things; then fall into line. Don't fight the ways of God, for who can straighten out what he has made crooked?
Enjoy prosperity while you can. But when hard times strike, realize that both come from God. That way you will realize that nothing is certain in this life.
Two people can accomplish more than twice as much as one; they get a better return for their labor. If one person falls, the other can reach out and help. But people who are alone when they fall are in real trouble. And on a cold night, two under the same blanket can gain warmth from each other. But how can one be warm alone? A person standing alone can be attacked and defeated, but two can stand back-to-back and conquer. There are even better, for a triple-braided cord is not easily broken.
If you see a poor person being oppressed by the powerful and justice being miscarried throughout the land, don't be surprised! For every official is under orders from higher up, and matters of justice only get lost in red tape and bureaucracy. Even the king milks the land for his own profit!
Those who love money will never have enough. How absurd to think that wealth brings true happiness! The more you have, the more people come to help you spend it. So what is the advantage of wealth - except perhaps to watch it run through your fingers!
There is another serious problem I have seen in the world. Riches are sometimes hoarded to the harm of the saver, or they are put into risky investments that turn sour, and everything is lost. In the end, there is nothing left to pass on to one's children. People who live only for wealth come to the end of their lives as naked and empty-handed as on the day they were born.
And this, too is a very serious problem. As people come into this world, so they depart. All their hard work is for nothing. They have been working for the wind, and everything will be swept away. Throughout their lives, they live under a cloud - frustrated, discouraged and angry.
All people spend their lives scratching for food, but they never seem to have enough. Considering this, do wise people really have any advantage over fools? Do poor people gain anything by being wise and knowing how to act in front of others?
Enjoy what you have rather than desiring what you don't have. Just dreaming about nice things is meaningless; it is like chasing the wind.
The Future - Determined and Unknown Everything has already been decided. It was known long ago what each person would be. So there's no use arguing with God about your destiny.
The more words you speak, the less they mean. So why overdo it?
In the few days of our empty lives, who knows how our days can best be spent? And who can tell what will happen in the future after we are gone?
Wisdom for Life A good reputation is more valuable than the most expensive perfume. In the same way, the day you die is better than the day you are born.
Sorrow is better than laughter, for sadness has a refining influence on us. A wise person thinks much about death, while the fool thinks only about having a good time now.
It is better to be criticized by a wise person than to be praised by a fool! Indeed, a fool's laughter is quickly gone, like thorns crackling in a fire. This also is meaningless.
Extortion turns wise people into fools, and bribes corrupt the heart.
Finishing is better than starting. Patience is better than pride. Don't be quick-tempered, for anger is the friend of fools.
Don't long for "the good old days," for you don't know whether they were any better than today. Being wise is as good as being rich; in fact, it is better. Wisdom or money can get you almost anything, but it's important to know that only wisdom can save your life.
Notice the way God does things; then fall into line. Don't fight the ways of God, for who can straighten out what he has made crooked?
Enjoy prosperity while you can. But when hard times strike, realize that both come from God. That way you will realize that nothing is certain in this life.
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Saturday, October 01, 2005
Diary of A King (II)
A Time for EverythingWhat do people really get for all their hard work? I have thought about this in connection with the various kinds of work God has given people to do. God has made everything beautiful for its own time. He has planted eternity in the human heart, but even so, people cannot see the whole scope of God's work from beginning to end.
There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity under heaven.
A time to be born and a time to die.
A time to plant and a time to harvest.
A time to kill and a time to heal.
A time to tear down and a time to rebuild.
A time to cry and a time to laugh.
A time to grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones and a time to gather sones.
A time to embrace and a time to turn away.
A time to search and a time to lose.
A time to keep and a time to throw away.
A time to tear and a time to mend.
A time to be quiet and a time to speak up.
A time to love and a time to hate.
A time for war and a time for peace.
So I concluded that there is nothing better for people than to be happy and to enjoy themselves as long as they can. And people should eat and drink and enjoy the fruits of their labor, for these are gifts from God.
And I know that whatever God does is final. Nothing can be added to it or taken from it. God's purpose in this is that people should fear him. Whatever exists today and whatever will exist in the future has already existed in the past. For God calls each event back in its turn.
The Injustices of Life I also noticed that throughout the world there is evil in the courtroom. Yes, even the courts of law are corrupt! I said to myself, "In due season God will judge everyone, both good and bad, for all their deeds."
Then I realized that God allows people to continue in their sinful ways so he can test them. That way, they can see for themselves that they are no better than animals. For humans and animals both breathe the same air, and both die. So people have no real advantage over the animals. How meaningless!
Both go to the same place - the dust from which they came and to which they must return. For who can prove that the human spirit goes upward and the spirit of animals goes downward into the earth?
So I saw that there is nothing better for people than to be happy in their work. That is why they are here! No one will bring them back from death to enjoy life in the future.
Again, I observed all the oppression that takes place in our world. I saw the tears of the oppressed, with no one to comfort them. The oppressors have great power, and the victims are helpless. So I concluded that the dead are better off than the living. And most fortunate of all are those who were never born. For they have never seen all the evil that is done in our world.
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Diary of A King (I)
Everything is Meaningless What do people get from all their hard work? Generations come and go, but nothing really changes. The sun rises and sets and hurries around to rise again. The wind blows south and north, here and there, twisting back and forth, getting nowehere. The rivers run into the sea, but the sea is never full. Then the water returns again to the rivers and flows again to the sea. Everything is so weary and tiresome! No matter how much we hear, we are not content.
History repeats itself. It has all been done before. Nothing under the sun is truly new. What can you point to that is new? How do you know it didn't already exist long ago? We don't remember what happened in the former times. And in future generations, no one will remember what we are doing now.
The Futility of Pleasure I said to myself, "Come now, let's give pleasure a try. Let's look for the 'good things' in life." But I found that this, too, was meaningless. "It is silly to be laughing all the time," I said. "What good does it do to seek only pleasure?" After much thought, I decided to cheer myself with wine. While still seeking wisdom, I clutched at foolishness. In this way, I hoped to experience the only happiness most people find during their brief life in this world.
I also tried to find meaning by building huge homes for myself and by planting beautiful vineyards. I made gardens and parks, filling them with all kids of fruit trees. I built reservoirs to collect the water to irrigate my many flourishing groves. I bought slaves, both men and women, and others were born into my household. I also owned great herds and flocks, more than any of the kings who lived in Jerusalem before me. I collected great sums of silver and gold, the treasure of many kings and provinces. I hired wonderful singers, both men and women, and had many beautiful concubines. I had everything a man could desire!
So I became greater than any of the kings who ruled in Jerusalem before me. And with it all, I remained clear-eyed so that I could evaluate all these things. Anything I wanted, I took. I did not restrain myself from any joy. I even found great pleasure in hard work, an additional reward for all my labors. But as I looked at everything I had worked so hard to accomplish, it was all so meaningless. It was like chasing the wind.
There was nothing really worthwhile anymore.
The Wise and the Foolish So I decided to compare wisdom and folly, and anyone else would come to the same conclusions I did. Wisdom is of more value than foolishness, just as light is better than darkness. For the wise person sees, while the fool is blind.
Yet I saw that the wise and foolish people share the same fate. Both of them die. Just as the fool will die, so will I. So of what value is all my wisdom? Then I said to myself, "This is all so meaningless!" for the wise person and the fool both die, and in the days to come, both will be forgotten.
The Futility of Work So now I hate life because everything done here under the sun is so irrational. Everything is meaningless, like chasing the wind. I am disgusted that I must leave the fruits of my hard work to others. And who can tell if my successors will be wise or foolish? And yet they will control everything I have gained by my skill and hard work. How meaningless!
So I turned in despair from hard work. It was not the answer to my search for satisfaction in this life. For though I do my work with wisdom, knowledge, and skill, I must leave everything I gain to people who haven't worked to earn it. This is not only foolish but highly unfair. So what do people get for all their hard work? Their days of labor are filled with pain and grief; even at night they cannot rest. It is utterly meaningless.
So I decided that there is nothing better than to enjoy food and drink and to find satisfaction in work. Then I realized that this pleasure is from the hand of God. For who can eat or enjoy anything apart from him? God gives wisdom, knowledge, and joy to those who please him. But if a sinner becomes wealthy, God takes the wealth away and gives it to those who please him. Even this, however, is meaningless, like chasing the wind.
History repeats itself. It has all been done before. Nothing under the sun is truly new. What can you point to that is new? How do you know it didn't already exist long ago? We don't remember what happened in the former times. And in future generations, no one will remember what we are doing now.
The Futility of Pleasure I said to myself, "Come now, let's give pleasure a try. Let's look for the 'good things' in life." But I found that this, too, was meaningless. "It is silly to be laughing all the time," I said. "What good does it do to seek only pleasure?" After much thought, I decided to cheer myself with wine. While still seeking wisdom, I clutched at foolishness. In this way, I hoped to experience the only happiness most people find during their brief life in this world.
I also tried to find meaning by building huge homes for myself and by planting beautiful vineyards. I made gardens and parks, filling them with all kids of fruit trees. I built reservoirs to collect the water to irrigate my many flourishing groves. I bought slaves, both men and women, and others were born into my household. I also owned great herds and flocks, more than any of the kings who lived in Jerusalem before me. I collected great sums of silver and gold, the treasure of many kings and provinces. I hired wonderful singers, both men and women, and had many beautiful concubines. I had everything a man could desire!
So I became greater than any of the kings who ruled in Jerusalem before me. And with it all, I remained clear-eyed so that I could evaluate all these things. Anything I wanted, I took. I did not restrain myself from any joy. I even found great pleasure in hard work, an additional reward for all my labors. But as I looked at everything I had worked so hard to accomplish, it was all so meaningless. It was like chasing the wind.
There was nothing really worthwhile anymore.
The Wise and the Foolish So I decided to compare wisdom and folly, and anyone else would come to the same conclusions I did. Wisdom is of more value than foolishness, just as light is better than darkness. For the wise person sees, while the fool is blind.
Yet I saw that the wise and foolish people share the same fate. Both of them die. Just as the fool will die, so will I. So of what value is all my wisdom? Then I said to myself, "This is all so meaningless!" for the wise person and the fool both die, and in the days to come, both will be forgotten.
The Futility of Work So now I hate life because everything done here under the sun is so irrational. Everything is meaningless, like chasing the wind. I am disgusted that I must leave the fruits of my hard work to others. And who can tell if my successors will be wise or foolish? And yet they will control everything I have gained by my skill and hard work. How meaningless!
So I turned in despair from hard work. It was not the answer to my search for satisfaction in this life. For though I do my work with wisdom, knowledge, and skill, I must leave everything I gain to people who haven't worked to earn it. This is not only foolish but highly unfair. So what do people get for all their hard work? Their days of labor are filled with pain and grief; even at night they cannot rest. It is utterly meaningless.
So I decided that there is nothing better than to enjoy food and drink and to find satisfaction in work. Then I realized that this pleasure is from the hand of God. For who can eat or enjoy anything apart from him? God gives wisdom, knowledge, and joy to those who please him. But if a sinner becomes wealthy, God takes the wealth away and gives it to those who please him. Even this, however, is meaningless, like chasing the wind.
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- I'm Judith
- From Penang
- In PJ, Malaysia
~ Sometimes it's best when things don't go according to plan.
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