I'm in the depths of despair. . . .or was. . .in a way

Meaningless, meaningless, everything is meaningless.

Or so the old book of Ecclesiastes goes. And a while ago i found myself slipping into this state of mind. I mean really, what's life's point? Everyday spent futilely doing work that will only help us get work, that will help us get money to survive, and then we die, after a mere 80years or so. Believe me, when you're thinking this, it seems a lot worse, and unless you believe in something more, something bigger than us, something that's got something more in store for us after this life, you'd probably end up a bit depressed. Which is why i don't get how people can just live thinking this is all there is, with only the big bang theory and evolution as reasons for how we got where we are today. I won't get into those THEORIES though, because they are so RIDICULOUS and so FLAWED compared to the certainty and sure hope one can have when trusting the omniscient, omnipresent, and omnipotent God. I mean, NOT beliveing in life after death (and taxes) has to be the most depressing thing ever, expecially when that life will be perfect, and in God's presence.
Anyway, a thought. Consider it!