There is never pure destruction in nature or pure creation for that matter. creation and destruction go together codependent on one and other so tightly woven they can not be separated. Things are constantly dying and being born simultaneously. The impulse of creation pushes life forward even while the past eats it up from behind.
People spend a lifetime searching for happiness; looking for peace. They chase idle dreams, addictions, religions, even other people, hoping to fill the emptiness that plagues them. The irony is the only place they ever needed to search was within.