desire
Who Can Save Us from Futility?
From our earliest days our drive is fueled by our craving to satisfy our desires. We are driven for food, for possessions, for status, for recognition. But in the end all of these will be consumed or given to someone else. Food will turn to waste. Possessions will rust and rot. Status and fame will fade with the fickle passions of those who bestow them. "This also is vanity and a striving after wind."
We mindlessly strive for pleasures without eyes to see our wickedness. The road is wide and the lanes packed with people striving after this futility. Wasted lives in the making. We are powerless to change our affections, which drain every ounce of energy in their quest for fulfillment chasing after mirages. Each time our disappointment is mended with the promise of something better, yet we are blind to see the pattern. What then shall we do? Who can save us from this futility, from this death?
