A writer was writing a story.
A paper on the writer's desk saw a person passed by. It is so interested with that person so it left its chance to get story written on it. It rejected the chance of being known by everyone. In order to get closer to that person, it started its journey with the help of wind.
On that journey, rain, sunshine nearly destroy it but with its determination, the conditions didn't kill it. It wishes it could make the person's life different. Maybe become an origami? Or maybe a paper decoration...
Oh yeah finally it met that person. That person saw the paper, take it. Make it looks nice. Then crumpled it. Flatten it but it didn't look as good as before. Crumple. Over and over again. That person was having fun with that paper. Until one day, the paper reached its limit and it broke into pieces.
'Hmmm...' That person said, 'it's broken. I'll throw it away...' The broken pieces were left on the floor.
Another man came, saw the broken pieces. 'Ow! Should I make it a recycle paper so that it could look nicer?' Then he did. But the paper refuse to be cooperative. The pieces always flying everywhere. However, he tried his best to gather all the broken pieces. He did everything that can make the paper looks nice. And finally he made it! The man then laminated it and written below "my recycle paper".
He was so proud of the beautiful recycle paper he has made. One day, the recycled paper has gone. He was furious! He searched everywhere but couldn't find. Where have the paper gone? Why will it leave him?? He had no idea...
After days of deep thinking, the man finally learnt to let go. He accepted the truth that if it doesn't mean to be in one's life, just let go of it. He calmed himself down.
Where does the paper go? Nobody knows. Perhaps goes to a better man that will make it far better, or met the worst one that maybe he will burn it? Nobody knows...
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Sorry for any grammatical error or bad plot. I don't even know what I was trying to present.
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