Play a song of your favorite band, and sing along loudly, even dance or twirl around if possible. Air guitar, air drums, dramatic  and crazy physical moves, be all over the place.
Open upon a random book on or the closest book to you, open up a random page, trace your finger on the lines without looking, stop randomly and the word you see is your muse for today, write it.
Sit down, close your eyes, play some background music that you once played on repeat while having the best trip of your life, let your imagination take you back there. What's the point of making happy memories if not reminisce and smile? slide down memory lane.
pamper your body and when you do it go all the way, eat something fresh, draw a bath with salts, oils and Lavender soap, hell light up every candle and melt with them, feed your skin and let your brain sink for once, let it rest, it gets to.
Make a cup of hot chocolate, melt half a bar of your favorite chocolate to the hot milk and coco powder, try adding a cinnamon stick.. or two? it only makes it extra cozy.
Go to Jupiter, go to Saturn. Who said humans can't visit? you can, trust your imagination, it can take you there.
grab a paint brush go la la la la laa laalaaa all over, you don't have to have the talent to enjoy doing something.
These are crazy days but Liam Gallagher sings about them and assures you that they'll make you shine
it's going to be okay
nanananana!

I work for the moment where my mind as as clear as the rising sun.
I keep reminding myself that the sun burns to shine that bright, so it's okay to feel this in the process. The sun also knows when to rise and when to set, it's never wrong.. and my religion is telling me that if the sun doesn't rise like it always does, it is the end of the world and the beginning of the after life. Can I be as strong as the sun?
Yes, I can.
I am the Sun.

أعيش بزمان كنت أخافه، كنت ادعي الرب ان لا يأتي، أن لا أتذوق المر الذي تذوقته، أن لا
أُهزم أمام الحب، أن لا أضيع، أن لا أتوه، أن لا أتلعثم بكلمات، بحروف ليست حروفي
أقف أمام مرآتي و ارى وجهاً جديدا
وجها يرحب بآلام و يقبلها علما ان القادم أفضل
وجها يشرب المر كل صباح تهيئا
وجها هزم أمام خليلي لكن لا يخسر أمام حب النفس
وجها ضاع، تاه تلعثم تألم لكن تأقلم
وجها بشوش و صامت
الا بالمشاعر الصادقة
لا يسكت

My hopeful thinking takes me to a far away place and time in the future, where I'm sitting around my grandchildren in a cozy home that smells of lemon pies and freshly brewed coffee.. Telling them about the monstrous time I've lived in, the cruelty of its sociaty, the brutal family I grew up with and how hideously they'd think of it living in such a good place and growing in such good homes and how they'd appreciate the feeling of peace, safety and love.
But that's just my hopeful thinking, because the universe is telling me that I'm just a man who will live a long lonely life and probably die alone, the universe is telling me that my hopeful thinking is what I think will save me but it's what will end up killing me when I'm 85. The universe lost hope in me, but I refuse to lose it. I see hope. And I still hope. I'm full of it.
And my grandchildren will read this.