I was searching for the recipe of happiness, when sorrow was the only thing in my stacked in my cabinet. So I went to the store for the crucial elements, only to realise they were not so rare. While looking through the ingredients I discovered something, happiness was not the end product of my mess but the process that seemed useless, that many people realise a little too late.
Waiting for a rainbow when people call you colourblind because they refuse to see things in a different light, is one simple step that is too tedious and easily given up on, so remember to be a little patient and persistent.
Hope. Isn't it a strong emotion? Just like salt is it's significance, too little will result in dullness and too much will destroy all your taste buds. So be careful, a fine amount will suffice and give you great joy.
The moments that evanesce like a dream, capture them and adorn them in your memory lane so when you need a reminder that things do turn out right even when there's no light they'll be there waiting for you, to add to your recipe anew.
And the pebbles of rock bottom, they'll serve as a bittersweet nostalgia that gives you strength when you need the most, and make you smile looking back at the hard times.
Polaroids and poetries, let them be forever imprinted in your mind, so they'll lull you to sleep when nightmares find their way around and the night seems to be an infinty of darkness.