ecclesiastes 5.7 right now right here

I have had nothing to write because everything I would have written about seemed suddenly meaningless. It seemed pointless to write about the things I normally would have, so, I decided not to start on it at all. I would have abhorred writing about the things that everyone else was writing about - I always do abhor the normalcy and regularity of the same-old, same-old. New year? Bah. Even the things I like usually. No, I don't even want to talk about it. Much dreaming and many words are meaningless. Therefore stand in awe of God. Everything is of bare value to consider writing about.