Ecclesiastes 2:10–11 (KJV)
“And whatsoever mine eyes desired I kept not from them, I withheld not my heart from any joy; for my heart rejoiced in all my labour: and this was my portion of all my labour. Then I looked on all the works that my hands had wrought, and on the labour that I had laboured to do: and, behold, all was vanity and vexation of spirit, and there was no profit under the sun.”
Some men don’t run to money when they’re tired.
They run to feeling better.
Relief.
Comfort.
Distraction.
Something that takes the edge off.
Not because they’re weak.
Because they’re worn.
Pleasure becomes the place the heart goes to rest.
Not wild indulgence.
Just small escapes that say, “Let me feel okay for a minute.”
Food.
Screens.
Sex.
Entertainment.
Anything that quiets the noise.
That’s not hedonism at first.
That’s a man trying to survive his own pressure.
But when relief becomes the place you live…
when comfort becomes the compass for your decisions…
when feeling good becomes more important than being true…
Pleasure stops being a gift
and starts becoming a refuge.
And whatever the heart uses as refuge
will eventually ask to become lord.
This isn’t about cutting things out.
It’s about noticing what you run to when you’re empty.
When you’re stressed, disappointed, or alone…
where do you go to feel whole again?
Not to judge.
Just to see where your heart has learned to rest.