Yet when I surveyed all that my hands had done and what I had toiled to achieve, everything was meaningless, a chasing after the wind; nothing was gained under the sun.
one recurring theme i keep learning (especially at NYCUP) is the fact that life and everything i do apart from God is meaningless. my identity doesn’t lie in my works or my past; i am, first and foremost, a child of God. took me long enough to learn this, didn’t it? ;D