When these days pass, your outlook on life will change.

It has probably started already, in ways too small to register as insight. You are gentler in queues. You no longer assume the person who snapped at you is simply rude, you wonder what their week has in it.

That is the change, and it arrives in fragments rather than as a revelation at the end. Nobody wakes up with a new outlook. They notice, at some point, that they have been operating on one for a while.