The Bible tells us in the story of the Prodigal Son about a young man who thought he knew what life was all about. He thought he knew where to find adventure, and excitement, and fulfillment... and it sure wasn't sittin at home with Mom and Dad. So he struck out on his own and lived that hedonistic lifestyle.
But when he came to the end of himself he found that it left him empty, not only his stomach, but also his soul. We're not told, but I suspect if he was like most of us, for some period of time, he sat there. First feeling sorry for himself, then slowly realizing, he was just harvesting those wild oats he had sown. And feeling too ashamed and unworthy to admit his Father was right and go back to his house, he sat there.
But at some point he realized if you keep doing what you've always done you'll keep getting what you've always gotten, and that nothing was going to change, until he did. And when he finally got sick and tired of being sick and tired,
he got up,
he dusted himself off,
and he went home.