It's not about YOU.

What do people get for all their hard work under the sun?

Generations come and generations go, but the earth never changes.

The sun rises and the sun sets, then hurries around to rise again.

The wind blows south, and then turns north.

Around and around it goes, blowing in circles.

Rivers run into the sea, but the sea is never full.

Then the water returns again to the rivers and flows out again to the sea.

Everything is wearisome beyond description.

No matter how much we see, we are never satisfied.

No matter how much we hear, we are not content.

History merely repeats itself.

It has all been done before.

Nothing under the sun is truly new.

Sometimes people say, "Here is something new!"

But actually it is old;

nothing is ever truly new.

We don't remember what happened in the past,

and in future generations, no one will remember what we are doing now.

{Ecclesiastes 1:3-11}

I think we often forget that it's not about us. We go on doing our own work, when really, it will all fade when we die. Maybe even before that.

It's not about me and it's not about you. But we make it so. And we'll be left with nothing to show for it.