Why – questions of any import start there. I asked that question young: maybe that is why death came so fierce and swift.
I cannot remember when I started asking why; or how the journey into self became important. The memory does not exist. Perhaps I knew that blissful ignorance could not be the be all and end all.
Perhaps my subconscious knew time was nigh for change and thus steered me into deep contemplation to equip me to handle change. For now I know without the hermit seeking answers, the destruction would have been meaningless. I had to know who I was before I could properly appreciate what was being destroyed. And more so to enable and usher in the new.
It was also the hermit who saved me and set me down a path that I knew I wanted but did not have the strength as yet to walk.