I construct contentment out of a thousand tiny triumphs, pinpoint glimmers of happiness relentlessly remembered and relived. Life doesn’t come prepackaged, some assembly is nearly always required. You must mine tragedy for those nuggets of redemption, always tucked out of easy sight, beneath the rubble of despair. Tinker around in the musty corners of your own mind. It helps to trust in fleeting beauty, the power of odd poignant pauses, and the bittersweet. Revel in the underrated radiance of small, forgotten things. A million drops of joy.