Vincent van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint had no possible direct correlation to one's happiness, but I never saw it that way. If you were so unhappy you believed even the maddest ideas could possibly work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, then you are going to do it. But it's really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is always a tremendous risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it every day because there is always that chance it could make things better. In other words, everyone has their yellow paint.