Everything is meaningless; a chasing after the wind

So here I am, 2000 miles from my comforts. All the excitement and hustle and bustle of city are now a thing of the past. Now I am constantly driving to get anywhere interesting. Nothing is for certain, nothing is permanent. That is the reality of life. Jobs are meaningless, house is meaningless, stuff is meaningless, pleasures are meaningless, a chasing after the wind...Community formed right installs hope, encourages, affirms, and loves, without these things it is hard to survive. Without others to build you up and remind you of the path that you are on, you will surely stray.

Ecclesiastes 1:
"Meaningless! Meaningless!"
"Utterly meaningless!"
"Everything is meaningless"

What does man gain from all his labor at which he toils under the sun?
Generations come and generations go but the earth remains forever.
The sun rises and the sun sets and hurries back to wear it rises.
The wind blows to the south and turns to the north; round and round it goes ever returning on it's course.
All streams flow into the sea, yet the sea is never full
to the place where streams come from, there they return again.
All things are wearisome, more than one can say.
The eye never has enough of seeing, nor the ear it's fill of hearing.
What has been will be again, What has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun.
Is there anything of which one can say "Look! This is something new!"
It was here already, long ago; it was here before our time.
There is no rememberence of men of old, and even those who are yet to come will not be followed by those who follow.