Is life really all meaningless?

Meaningless... Meaningless... Utterly meaningless... Everything... is meaningless!

 What do people gain from all their efforts, as they toil under the hot sun?

Generations come and generations go, but the earth continues to keep existing, seemingly forever.

The sun rises and the sun sets. And then it rises again, just to hurry back once again to where it rose.

The wind blows to the south and then turns back to the north; round and round it goes, ever returning on its course.

All streams come from the sea and flow back into the sea, yet the sea is never full. To the place the streams came from, there they return again. And once again, over and over.

Some may say it is perfection. Others random. To me... all of these things are just tiresome, more than one can say.

My eyes never seems to have had enough of seeing, nor my ears their fill of hearing.

Is there anything, anything, of which one can say, “Look! Here is something new”?

What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun. Whatever it is, It was here already, long ago; it was here before my time, before your time, before all of our times.

No one remembers the former generations, and even those yet to come will not be remembered   by those who follow them. But their impact can still be felt on this land.

Where did we come from? Where are we going? What does it even matter if we succeed or not?

These questions are mine to ask and yours to ponder, but only one knows (and can know) all of the answers.

Still... it seems to me to be worth asking the question... does it seem that way to you to?