Life, when broken down and spread out in front of you, can easily be compared with the act of painting one's nails.
On a large scale, life is like the unpainted nails. People exist and they're just there. They're just a presence, company. You see hundreds of people in the shopping mall and know not one thing about most of them; they're just people. In your life story, they have no role. Even though they have their own story, it means nothing to you. They are blank fingernails.
Then there are the painted fingernails, who are your friends. They are the colour and brightness in your life. They make your life interesting and un-blank. They share a story with you, and they've made some little mark in your life, even if it is a prettying up of the fingernails.
The people you know in your life define who you are. Friends are the finishing touches to your life, the fingernail paint of life.
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Aw Mitto that's actually beautiful! Woooow.
hehe lol. It's still a pretty funny metaphor. =P
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