A man is depressed. He goes to talk to his friend about his troubles. They sit outside and the man says that each day is the same for him. The joy he had in the past disappeared. The friend said nothing for awhile, reflecting on the friend’s life. He then told the man to go into town and see the circus. The circus would make him happy. The man went to the circus. He was not happy. When he told his friend this his friend said nothing for awhile, reflecting on the friend’s life. He told the man to see a clown. The clown would make him happy. The man went to see the clown. He was not happy. When he told his friend this the friend took a piece of paper and a small container filled with ink. He threw the ink onto the paper. He asked his friend what he saw. He said he saw a mess. A waste of ink. A black area. The man said that he mentioned not once the white part of the paper, the true beauty left unnoticed. The paper showed how he viewed his life.