Mr. Cordyceps is all WTF?
In other words, I suppose, he is at a loss. It’s like, when he was 40 he was all, oh no, I’m getting old and so on, but he got over it and life went on. And then people close to him died and he got sad about that and unbeknownst to him sadness, or grief, became what sustained him.
He was a big drag to be around, to those who loved him.
He just sat around and moped and had no friends and was comfy behind this shell of grief.
Then a friend gave him an old accordeon and he played it and you know what? He realized he was out of grief.
He wasn’t sad anymore. He was still old, and tired, and overwhelmed by reality and bitter that no one had implemented his utopian visions, but he wasn’t sad.
He walked down the street thinking, gee the light is beautiful today.
He took a music lesson thinking, this is going very well, I’m glad I didn’t quit.
Reality continued to teach him lesson after lesson, but at least his ears were open now, and eyes.
He got on the bathroom scales and saw he’d lost a kilo. Then he noticed it was set to -1 instead of 0. Well, at least I didn’t gain a kilo, he thought.
He had a strong feeling that his life was over. And yet it continued. So maybe it wasn’t over.