Sometimes there seems no place to go.

Another week comes and goes at work.
Another thirty-plus miles of running.
Another page turned in a book.
Another week a-flurry of church activity but seemingly little growth in my life or others.
Lunch with an old high-school friend.
A movie with an old friend moving away soon.


"Meaningless! Meaningless!" says the Teacher.
"Utterly meaningless!
Everything is meaningless."
~Eccl. 1:2

I'm not sure why I feel this way. Sometimes I think its the doldrums of life that hit from time to time. The monotony and predictability of it all. Other times I think its loneliness. Despite all the business of my life, and the many friends I'm blessed with, I still at times feel lonely. Often it's a lull in my faith and relationship with God. Or even a severance in a relationship with someone.

Tomorrow everything will be alright. I'll wake up and the world will be sunshine and rainbows again. But tonight I agree with Solomon.


Gabe said...

Ummm...Blake I hate to break it you, but Solomon didn't write Ecclesiastes. The Hebrew if far to late for him to have written it. ;)

Blakewell said...

Thanks Gabe, those were very comforting words indeed.

Gabe said...

Sorry man, I don't have much for words of comfort these days. Life is what it is. I'm convinced that existential angst and crisis is the plague of our generation. Nearly everyone I talk to, married or single, affluent like yourself or just barely scraping by is experiencing similar existential thoughts. Some 20th century philosoophers and writers claim that such existential angst is the primary human condition when the fluff and superficiality is scraped away. Most of the time we don't know why we do what we do and if we actually think about why we do what we do, we wonder why we do it. Specifically, it is comforting the void of nothingness or the nihilistic abyss.

Ultimately, this is part of the reason why I now drink beer, which I think the writer of Ecclesiastes would appreciate -- see the middle section, chapers 4-9, of the book. :)

Gabe said...

*it is confronting the void...

not comforting. Whew that was doosy.

ann said...

I'd like to give Gabe props for his Freudian slip and his advice to turn to alcohol for comfort, although I'd go with the less philistine refreshment of wine over beer, myself.

Hidden in the M-Diviner lingo there is a good message though, I think. We all feel like this sometimes. It's part of the brokenness that leads us to search for God. It's ok. We're all in this together.