A Generation’s Ego

by Catharine Gehlert

We are not all beautiful. A youth full of perfection, of art, of the inability to accept flaws in themselves. A generation full of Van Goghs and Mozarts in the form of Instagram and rap wannabes but you are no Starry Night or grand symphony. You are the false inflated ego that is so quick to turn away from any real sustenance and throw yourselves back into the vast ocean of skullduggerous compliments. You are the smudge on a masterpiece, a finger painting hanging in the Louvre; even Mona Lisa looks down upon you with her half formed smirk knowing this generation’s sense of entitlement. True beauty is lost on our generation; we look for the caked up filtered idea of perfection and ignore the truths that present themselves, the truth being we are not all beautiful works of art but rather impressions on a greater masterpiece, a masterpiece that isn’t Instagrammable.