His spirit is extraordinary. No grumble seen on his face. He lives the days cheerfully. Like there’s no burden, even though there is a burden, a heavy one.
Like rubbing salt into the wounds. Life is unpredictable. Who could have guessed? It was there before, now it’s gone. From adequate to jaded. What one can do? Nothing, he can do nothing about it. The steps are too heavy to take, even only to move any closer.