Positivity's a funny thing. It ain’t soft, it ain’t kind — it’s grit under your nails, dragging yourself through the muck,and internally whispering: “You're gonna make it.” Positivity's pushing back at the walls when they’re closing in, it’s laughing at the absurdity of it all,a half-mad chuckle in the face of the void, knowing it doesn’t care about you,but you keep standing, you keep fighting. You protect the last embers of your nearly forgotten fire which lie covered under heaps of exhausted ashes. Stay strong, Ukraine.