Why is there a hunt in the first place? The subconscious mind decided that, connecting the ever-changing dots year after year. The act of the hunt was always there, the patterns changed, and sometimes the nature of it as well. Are you asking the right questions, and what might those be?
After a while, the hunt became a search to find the right thing to ask. Maybe we are never supposed to find them, or maybe we already have. Maybe the hunt is for realization, maybe there is no me.