Elsewhere.

Reasons are always differently interpreted with various views.

Some say that things happen for a reason. That maybe everything has a reason. But really, when you start narrowing the space down to endless possibilities, how many reasons are there, are actually the real reason? Maybe there isn't any reason at all or perhaps there is. Or maybe it's just for the feel of whipple of comfort. They may be crucial or inconsequential. Because how often do you decipher the reason? How often is there an answer to every event? At the end of the day, you are beating yourself up for a reason that may not actually be the real reason. You see your loves one vanishing before your longing eyes, conjuring such pointless thoughts. You wish you knew such reasons. You wish for so many answers, endless reasons. The agony of never knowing. The pain of losing for unknown reasons.

Perhaps there's a reason behind every minute that passed, perhaps there isn't.

But in the end, the times can never be rewind , the pasts cannot be corrected.
But the future lies within us. Free to be realigned to satisfaction.

It is time to move on.