it probably all is a bit off. the glossy veneer wares off, the age sets in, the truth comes out. in its natural state things fall apart. we lie to ourselves, our families and our gods. we do this not to deceive so much as to simply get by. its easier, pretending that things are better then they really are. the problems are not so real when compared to the things that are going well. paint over the chipped paint, count forwards not backwards, remember the good things. remember them.