There’s an entire book in the Bible written about this. It’s called Ecclesiastes, and it was written, ironically, by a king. A ruler. A guy who started out really good — as a potential replacement for Adam himself — but ended really, really bad. He started to hunt for satisfaction everywhere but in God himself. Ecclesiastes is basically his rant on how “everything is meaningless” and he can’t find what he’s searching for “under the sun” (a euphemism for this life apart from God). He tries everything. Education, laughter, fun, pleasure, hedonism, success, wealth — everything. Including work.
