My life is like nail polish

When you first apply it, it looks amazing. The beautiful colors and designs really make it look special.

But then, there is a crack, or a chip, or some other blemish. It's not that big of a deal, so you leave it be.

And then the crack turns into a larger crack, or the chip grows larger, so that it is now rather noticeable.

Then, you panic. You take the same color and try to cover it up. It looks alright, but you could still tell it had been broken.

Eventually, all of the polish begins to wear and break off. The colors become less bright and beautiful, and more dull and lifeless.

Soon enough you don't care enough to cover it back up, and it all breaks off, leaving the nails exposed.

After a while, you get tired of plain nails, and put the cover back on them again, hiding all the old nail polish blemishes under a new coat of another bright color.

Nail polish reminds me of life.

Because no matter how many covers you pull, or how many brave faces you put on, there is still a broken person underneath.

My life is like nail polish