Ecclesiastes (קֹהֶלֶת)

[Keiralika, Founding Moderator & Curator]

The uniqueness of Book of Ecclesiastes is because it reads like the diary of someone who has lived long enough to see through every illusion of success. It speaks from a place beyond youthful optimism, where pleasure has been tasted, work has been mastered, and knowledge has been pursued. Yet, somehow, an unnameable emptiness remains. Rather than offering comfort, Ecclesiastes confronts us with the fragile structure of human ambition: time erases, death levels, and certainty dissolves. Biblical scholars classify Ecclesiastes within Israel’s wisdom literature while highlighting its unusually skeptical and observational voice, one that explores the limits of human understanding rather than presenting firm doctrinal conclusions (Fox, 1999; Longman, 1998).

Its closing call to “fear God and keep His commandments” frames the entire exploration within covenantal faith, suggesting that meaning is not found in control over life’s outcomes, but in faithful orientation toward God amid uncertainty. Ecclesiastes therefore serves as a theological meditation on limitation, temporality, and the posture of reverent trust.

[Keiralika, Founding Moderator & Curator]

Tonight I let my heart out to a stranger, a stranger that was once dearest for one night. A lovely friend that used to hold the same pain as me, but that was all in my head. For her I was none of something worth to be held, not a friend, just a stranger, always a stranger. So easy for me to get tossed around like I was a nobody, not even a single hand trying to understand my situation, I'm nobody, with all my tears on my face, with nobody to comfort me.

“I saw the tears of the oppressed—and they have no comforter.” — Ecclesiastes 4:1

[Keiralika, Founding Moderator & Curator]

Turns out there was someone that holds grudges against me. He took his time to threaten me and persecute me; he was showing his anger and wrath, and all the bad words came out of his mouth. His body probably has lived it for a long time; those curses. Which I had to respond to with acceptance, I asked him what made him so angry about this little misunderstanding, and he answered like someone who cannot comprehend what love is. In the face of a monstrosity, with all the false accusations he threw at me, and all his friends cornering me, I still managed to be kind.

Truly, for God is the one I have. Nothing can compare with His miracles, and I knew it. I knew that I was through with anger; I decided to stop. I don’t want to hurt anyone again, I don’t want to have a single enemy. I'll love them accordingly, even when the red lingers around me. still, I choose to believe in kindness.

“Do not be quickly provoked in your spirit, for anger resides in the lap of fools.” — Ecclesiastes 7:9

[Keiralika, Founding Moderator & Curator]

“I know that there is nothing better for people than to be happy and to do good while they live.” — Ecclesiastes 3:12

Today I learned my lesson to protect my peace. My gratefulness could be written down and surely, I could choose to see life in a more different perspective. My optimism has been tested, for sure, but how about my spirit? It’s still there, longing for bravery, missing its spark. The thing is, we have a choice, and from the choice that has been taken, we have a chance, that chance leads us to opportunity and openness, to mischief or kindness, but to be true, I choose to do good and be happy. And thank God, for every opportunity that has happened to me.