Make or do as many beautiful things as you can. You are in charge of what beautiful means.
I stumbled upon a Jung book while looking for Indiana Jones movies. I found an unsigned paper on synchronicity inside. I stuffed it into the paper towel dispenser in the bathroom. Have fun, stranger.
When your mind latches onto something and won't let it go, just imagine that the obsession is someone smacking you in the face with your own hand and saying over and over, "WHY ARE YOU HITTING YOURSELF?" Then stop hitting yourself. Then breathe and pet a dog or something.
I'm often disheartened that the price of relative freedom is eternal vigilance against the people who are supposed to ensure it, but I'm glad that people with the balls to carry torches are keeping up with the darkness.