Cling to the beautiful

I have serious problems and each of my family members have serious problems that I don't share on this blog. I just hope you know that. Possibly because I am a blogger myself, I look at other people's blogs and instagrams and know that it probably only corresponds to 10% or less of their lives. Of course, I still play the comparison game but I try to remind myself that they are like me: pretty messed up. 
The picture of cupcakes above is beautiful, but it doesn't show how I don't make time for baking anymore, barely for cooking a meal a day, and I just made them for my neighbor who I "owed". It doesn't show the messy kitchen or negligence of children involved in making them. 
The picture of our "homeschool" looks picturesque, but it really only lasts five minutes and doesn't show the crying, hitting, yelling and fighting over toys that happens in the other 23 hours and 55 minutes of the day. 
Does that mean I shouldn't post these? I don't think so. I like seeing other people's glory moments and beautiful creations. It inspires me. And I push forward for half of the morning while cooking, changing diapers, doing laundry, putting away toys, etc with the MOTIVATION of getting to those picturesque five minutes of "scholé" we do together. I push through life lately, with the motivation of getting to all the beautiful things that last a minute or I never have time for. But I still cling to the beautiful. It's worth it.