What makes us wander into the unknown?

When do we really go deep into a practice?

When all is well and harmonious?

Or when everything falls apart?

In my experience, this only happens when one is disenchanted. You reach a point where you have sorrow in your heart, and it makes you seek something beyond yourself and your environment… and when you find this path, there is a grace in the form of joy, but the sorrow somewhere persists and continues to push you deeper and deeper into yourself.