The sun rises, and the sun goes down,
and hastens to the place where it rises.
The wind blows to the south
and goes around to the north;
around and around goes the wind,
and on its circuits the wind returns.
All streams run to the sea
but the sea is not full;
to the place where the streams flow,
there they flow again.
All things are full of weariness;
a man cannot utter it;
the eye is not satisfied with seeing,
nor the ear filled with hearing.
What has been is what will be,
and what has been done is what will be done,
and there is nothing new under the sun.
Ecclesiastes 1 : 5-9
I do not know what meaning the Ecclesiastes hold for you, but for me, it expounds on philosophical truths that still deeply confound me.
Some say that time is cyclical; seasons come and go and will come again. The others say that time is linear; all things have a beginning, a present and an end. But I say that time, essentially, is just a medium for predestined events, regardless of its cyclical or linearity.
And Man exists in this space of time, trying its utmost to make a mark in this world. Unknowingly, Man strives to become time. Yet, all is futile because Man is just another being subjected to the whims of the universe. Eventually, all ostensible achievements and milestones are fruitless because:
All is vanity and a striving after wind, and there was nothing to be gained under the sun.
But it does not matter. My place in this universe is a precious gift unto me.