Life is like a paper. You use it for something, but then you just end up throwing it away. It was perfectly crisp at one point. But it slowly got stepped on and torn apart and crumpled up. Even when you try to fix it up, there’s always those creases that remain forever.

You can paint, draw, color, and write over it though. That’s the good thing about life being like paper. You can do many things with it: fold it, draw/paint/color on it, wet it, dry it, use it for words, send it, and receive it, many, many things. You can create new paper with that same sheet and with the help of another, but you can never put it back to its original, pure form.

It can be thrown away, tossed out, forgotten, cherished, hung up, protected, hidden… it doesn’t always end up crumpled slowly. Someone can take matter into their own hands and crumple it. Or natural disasters can crumple it. Or diseases can make it crumple itself. Certain papers can be toxic to that paper. Other papers can be bright and radiant to that paper.

That piece of paper could be someone’s worst nightmare, or someone’s greatest gift. One paper could be worth more than another by a certain label or signature, even though the papers are all made from the same materials. That paper could either keep the biggest secrets, or blurt them out.

A piece of paper can represent so much depending on what color or design it has, or how it is folded. It can also be judged because of these. Or maybe just judged based off the words on the paper.

Oh, the words. How much the words can illuminate about that paper. Something written on this paper is engraved in history forever. Even if it is destroyed, if it was read, it existed. The words can bring laughter, tears, anger, pain, agony, joy, love, emptiness, melody, spirit, mystery, so many feelings. The words and color are the personality of the paper. It can affect other papers.

But those words can be crumpled too. The words can be erased and written anew. However, the damage to the paper will remain.

And yet the texture of each paper still exists. Whether it be crumpled, smooth, rough, thin, thick, etc. The texture signifies what each paper has had to go through in order to become that type of paper. Akin to this, a life has to go through many challenges in order to be what they truly are. While other characteristics and changes may be permanent, the texture can be changed. If it is a rough paper, it can be smoothened, if it is a dry paper, it can be wet thus changing the texture of a smooth paper to a slightly crumpled paper. The hardships and phases this paper has to go through can change that paper limitlessly.

One can compare life to a multitude of things – and paper doesn’t seem like it would be one. But if one truly thinks of the characteristics and such of a paper, it makes sense. That crumpled paper. Life.