Life can become miserably predictable. The same old you, wearing the same old clothes, driving the same old car, working the same old job, eating the same old food, returning to the same old house, sitting in the same old chair, watching the same old shows, and climbing into the same old bed, day in and day out. That frustration with routine reflects Solomon’s mood here through verse 8. He’s not merely saying there’s a time for everything. He’s saying we’re trapped. Solomon ...