More often that not, in between conversations, people make candid remarks about how I'm a "very positive" person.

It puzzled me which is also why I am quick to correct to say that I'm actually really not.

But when I'm alone again and in my quietest moment, that's when I wonder there must be some truth in there (why would more than one friend lie to me about things like that). And then it dawned on me that it's just that i myself did not realise how i've changed through the years.

It's not a natural process that I became a "positive person", especially when I think about those days when I used to be called one of the most pessimistic/over-thinkers as some would call it.

It's a bittersweet feeling?

To know that this change was so necessary for me, to breathe a tad bit easier in life.
To know that through the hustle and healing, there is progress and hard work pays off, even when throughout the journey I don't even know if I ever had high chances of succeeding.
To know that I brought myself all the way to where I am, without even realising I did.

Those seemingly few words, says a lot, thank you.