Reclaimed by wind and Sand

Have you ever felt like you're invincible?
That you could take on the world, achieve anything you wanted.
They keep telling us we're a generation that has the best everything has to offer, that we're growing up into the peak of our civilisation. We have the world at our fingertips through the internet and the whole growing globalisation thing.
'Get a nice home, buy shares, own a lot, generate weath, more wealth, buy islands and build empires', that's what they tell us. The world is ours for the taking if only we have the single minded drive and motivation to grab it.
Do you have that kind of motivation? I think i do, if i wanted to.
Yet i dont think i can be bothered to be honest. It's not that im straight up lazy, I'm beginning to fail to see the point.
Today I climbed a light house, first i quite literally had to crawl my way in through the front door then wiggle my way into the main tower. Some 20 years ago my entry would have been bold, standing tall on two feet into a room full of light, lit by the glow of electric bulbs or candles. But that was 20 years ago (and come to think of it i would have been one year old, at that age i could probably make the current entry standing tall or at least crawling (my usualy form of transportation at that age), since then wind and sand have gone to work, centermeter by centermeter covering the tower, flowing in through the windows and filling the base. The once strong building, a bastion of light, now left for the elements.
At the top, surrounded by panes of broken glass and a metal frame where the light used to stand, it made me think, to put things in perspective, well maybe a little, for now. What is the point of building an empire if you only have it for a time, then its a constent battle to keep it from being overrun... then its gone.
Some might argue that you can leave a name for yourself, go down in history, make sure your life isnt just a blip of nothingness in humanities enitre story.
Over the past week i've visited the graves of men and women lost to time, their lasting memory cast in stone, etched away by the elements and covered in lichen. They will be remembered by their family and loved ones, their names may be dredged up in the future as someone peices together a genialogy, but that doesnt really count as its just a name, not a memory.
ecclesiaties seems like a fitting read at a time like this.... and not just because nick and don and singing a bad rendition of silent night next to me as i try to type. i geuss if you've read any of my other blogs you'd realise that by this stage of my post i've moved onto the rambling section where words stop making as much sense and thoughts vomit to your screen....

Now dad, dont worry, this doesnt mean im going to come home and live as a hippy or decide to live by faith and see no need to work for money or spend everything i earn on pleasure, living with no security and leaving nothing for the kids that i may have in the future. It just means i need to keep things in perspective.
So If you find yourself in the north of Denmark and feel the need for a little perspective on the life the western capitalist world crams down our throat, come here, and check out the light house, if you can still see it, it might just be another rolling sand dune, only time will tell.