You spend your life working, laboring, and what do you have to show for it?

Then I thought about all that I had done and how hard I had worked doing it, and I realized that it didn't mean a thing. It was like chasing the wind---of no use at all.

You work and worry your way through life, and what do you have to show for it?

As long as you live, everything you do brings nothing but worry and heartache. Even at night your mind can't rest. It is all useless.

It isn't right! We go just as we came. We labor, trying to catch the wind, and what do we get?

Work and you will earn a living; if you sit around talking you will be poor.

Will you gain anything if you win the whole world but lose your life? Of course not! There is nothing you can give to regain your life.