All our lives, until we find something that makes all the pieces fall into place, we're just in the exploration phase. The way I see it, there is probably more than one exploration phase in each lifetime. One factor may make our world seem right at that point in time, but after a certain period, the rightness is gone, and we're back to square one. The oscillating emotions is rather frustrating.
At this point in time, I'm exploring, seeking... Yet the more I think, or the more I let myself doubt, the further I drift from completion. The further I am from completion, the less happiness I feel. It makes me wonder if I'm not exploring needlessly, fruitlessly.