The reason(s) why it's difficult for me to not be optimistic
Despite how I should and could feel about my life at the present moment, I am extraordinarily optimistic about the path before me. Nothing untoward has really occurred in any outrageous sense, but just a series of little blips that have mixed together in just the right concoction to be mind numbingly dismal. A level of dismal that is just the right mixture to coerce me into becoming who and what I want to be, at just the right time.
I could inundate my audience (approximately 0.000000... at the time of this writing) with the completely mundane series of events, or I could focus on the beautiful events that have transpired to rationalize my psyche. A delicate balance of keeping the audience enthralled, while sprinkling them with dull specifics, and captivating them around again with the eccentricities.
C'est la vie.