Imagine pouring your entire life into something – a career, a project, a passion – only to realize it will end up in someone else's hands. This is the sting Solomon felt.
Solomon expresses a profound disillusionment with his life's work. It wasn't just the physical exhaustion of his labor, but the deep-seated frustration that all his achievements, his riches, his buildings, would inevitably pass to another. He didn't know if this successor would be wise or foolish, godly or wicked. This uncertainty, coupled with the fact that his own enjoyment of these fruits was fleeting, soured his entire experience.
This isn't just about material possessions. It’s about the legacy we build and the fear that our efforts might be squandered or unappreciated by those who follow. The thought that our painstaking work might ultimately serve no lasting good, from a human perspective, is a heavy burden.