I used to think that the book of Ecclesiastes was written by a depressed man who lost his way; someone who no longer saw the value or the importance in anything. As if nothing really matters and all was and is vanity. But that’s incorrect. It’s actually written by someone (King Solomon) who came to recognize what’s important in life and what is actually a waste of time. The Preacher King is warning his readers of losing themselves to all of the stuff and things we go chasing after that promises you everything but delivers nothing.