Nothing. I stand up and get back to work.
If I relied on anything else, If I put my weight on something, it is guaranteed at some point to fail.
My mind is fickle, it wants one thing one day, another the next.
Poems and stories are nice, but they are not a crutch.
Plans and dreams are useful, but can change at the drop of a hat.
Memories are comforting at times, but they are also fleeting and temporary.
My family is what is most important to me, but I think they would feel a little uneasy if I told them I drew my strength from them, and that my world would crumble without them.
Living without a middleman to your happiness seems to be the best route; it strengthens that part of you that is most crucial, the only part you can only ever truly rely on.
Good question :)