"Things do happen for a reason. But do we like the reason? Rarely."

There was a point where I stopped trying to look forward. Life became nothing but a focus on the past and present. Little by little it feels like the past is chipping away. A foundation that I've probably let myself rely on too much for support is crumbling. It's making it harder to see the hope that's out there. I don't recognize myself anymore. This world around me doesn't feel familiar and lacks the inviting moments.