Truth: You may never know the reason anything happened. But you can create your own reason for everything that happens now.

What happened to you wasn’t fair. But “why?” is a question you could be chasing to your grave.

Why torture yourself trying to make sense of what didn’t make sense? You already suffered through what actually happened to you. Why keep feeding the story with endless possibilities of terrible endings?

I wasted a lot of time wondering why. I wanted it all to somehow make sense. If it wasn’t my fault, it had to be somebody else’s. Because what’s more pointless than thinking that I sacrificed my entire youth for absolutely no reason at all?

Finally, I gave myself my own reason. I needed a reason to live now.

If I was going to live, I was going to love living.

The day I gave myself a reason to live was the day I stopped looking for the reason my youth had died.

That was the day that I became free.

Freeing yourself from the burden of “why?” sets you free from an eternal blame game with no end in sight.