At the beginning, there is nothing, no knowledge, no experience, no story. But the longer we live, the more the paper fills with words, and slowly, it becomes a story. Every paper has a special writer, a writer who begins with positivity, happiness, and creativity. Glad to write something new, something amazing. But even though the writer wishes to create the best story with a happy ending, the story is not always in his hands. Sometimes happiness shifts into something else. It all depends on how the paper is treated. Sometimes, others take up the pen, their words, their thoughts, their judgments and start writing on the paper too. Then, it can become difficult. Some papers are blessed with fairy tales, beautiful stories that make others jealous. But what about the rest? What about the papers that do not continue happily? They may change their shape, their texture, their being. Why? Perhaps they weren’t treated kindly. Perhaps they could not always hide from the thunderstorm. Perhaps they had to face it all alone, with no place to shelter, no place to feel more than just a piece of trash.