Vanity Card #49 – The Grand Curtain Call


Oh, hello there! I did not see you there, glancing at my well written words and prepositions. You want me to supply you another Vanity Card? I must ask your endless forgiveness my dear friend as the rumors incite that the production has been stopped completely.

Did you not hear? Presumably the author struck into madness while trying to survive from a writing drought? The coppers found him running naked through the town streets only wearing a quill and an ink pot between his butt cheeks. Straight to skid row asylum, I tell you!

Now if you may escort yourself out of my premises, I bid you adieu!

Sorry for breaking out of character as this was all just a grand scheme, friendly banter, benevolent bamboozle my old’ chap! What a gullible crowd we have tonight – perhaps you have liquored your taste buds de trop already even though the clock has not struck midnight? Well, who am I to judge us all.

All I can say tonight is – I feel eminently ecstatic to turn the 2016 into 2017!

The truth is 2016 started with a thick dark haze – overshadowing the ignorance of what I genuinely wanted out of life – ending up working diligently through the mud just to have a breather every now and then. For months I used to be very talkative about the rational fear, the kind of fear that blocks you from turning your life upside down to see where you actually stand on the grand map of enjoyable life. Now I hunt for the perfect combination of meaningful work, enticing travel and casual leisure.

The few remaining months I pondered on and on about what drastic measures are the ones that must be maneuvered to gain a second chance at a happy life. One thing leads to another and since the domino blocks have already been laid out in the open, I will eagerly wait to topple the first one down as the year of 2017 starts rolling out!

I do want to invite you for the baffling journey and as my own New Year’s resolution, I will solemnly promise to start pushing out new content on a monthly basis.

Happy New Year 2017, I wish you all a great, grand adventure!

– George


Vanity Card #48 – The Creative Love Torment Outburst Syndrome

God damn, it feels great to come back to the writing board.

First of all, my sincere and deepest apologies for the invisible crowd that I have not spent time writing Vanity Cards lately as I have been experimenting…


God damn, it feels great to come back to the writing board.

First of all, my sincere and deepest apologies for the invisible crowd that I have not spent time writing Vanity Cards lately as I have been experimenting with my Instagram.

If you’re desperately seeking for a confined reason for my silence, I can breastfeed you this nonsensical satire: In my personal recreational believe systems I hold a firm conviction that creative outbursts appear in unpredictable intervals and as I have been experimenting headfirst with relationships, I went num-nuts to amuse my blood vessels and nucleus accumbens shell.

If I had a legit doctor’s license that would work anywhere else than Borneo I would call it:

The Creative Love Torment Outburst Syndrome

Or just admit that I have been knowingly a lazy sorry-ass for months when it comes to writing.

The spring so far has been a quite a Pandora’s box of setbacks that I am merely reporting it in when the summer is gasping its lasts breaths. Last year I decided wholeheartedly that I would try effortlessly to relocate to US in order to revolutionize my life for a bit more compelling narrative than the conventional office rat espionage which got me hooked on slavers bay paychecks.

However, I had no luck with the foolproof DV lottery and I must seek other ways to inspire myself to rise above the lover class income of experiences. As the spring took a turn for worse, I gazed hard into the mirror and saw myself in it. Isn’t life grand, huh?

The Pokemon Go caught my heart in a Poké Ball and ever since I have been sweating my gene pool all over the local neighborhood and various unfamiliar territories. This week I am closing on hundred kilometers of NSA-surveilled GPS walking. For a man of my size I love the healthy addiction this game has brought to my attention.

As I promised myself to seek happiness in conjunction with success when the calendar page turned to 2016, I am taking the appropriate baby steps to further my goal. The main aim is my physical health that includes plenty of writing that stretches on many (doubtful) subjects.

In all shortness, please be very intrigued to read more Vanity Cards shortly.

– George

Vanity Card #47 – The Falling Into A Foxhole

The Falling Into A Foxhole

Most of us run our entire lives searching for something that truly defines happiness. For most of my own adolescent life I have always thought that true happiness was a some kind of enigmatic mixture of love and wealth.

In recent times I have started to rethink every single assumption I have concocted during my growing spurt years. Re-imagining the definition of happiness is a ludicrous attempt for a mind that has grown roots into the very culture it has been blessed or cursed with. I do believe that we all are free souls to some extent, but it does not change the fact that most of us are frankly the products of our environment.

Wealth always carries a taxman on its heels, which grandly pursues and consumes us in order to make us consume more. The mirage of truly owning something on this god forsaken rock planet, orbiting in the space where we humans are merely the size of ants – is a god blessed, entitled sense of false security.We are only a one specie among thousands of others after all, a dominant one surely,  the one that evolved from the warmth of the thousand rays of a star that was cast aside us 13.8 billion years ago.

So what about the greatest sensation of an eternal connection with the whole universe as we know it – Love – has to do with everything?

If the history of the mankind has taught us anything – we humans have always defined our purpose by the historical era we have been living in. In the stone ages, we were destined to hunt mammoths, provide for our tribe and extend our reach as much as possible. In many cases we were feasting one on one with the nature, shouting and growling while making new tribe members and watching our tail for the vicious sabertooth tiger.

During stone ages love was merely a chemical back draft in the back mirror of being able to reproduce and keep surviving in the cruel world where the man was switching roles about being the hunter and the hunted on a daily basis.

What feels like light years away from the stone ages, the industrial revolution peaked 300 years ago from our current standing point in history. During these troubling times we tried to cultivate our population, while sacrificing the youth and the working class in shady coal mines and factory halls, desperately providing our families with suitable accommodation and a warm meal. The future was here.

Somewhere in the distant timeline we had become so progressively distant from the roots of our ancestors that our mind  had started to create a universe of its own – a whole construction of man made rules in order to keep ourselves hooked on the sense of purpose. We found love in rooting ourselves into a society that works on the blood and sweat of those who believe they can create a world of their own within the planet made by the universe. We found each other in the chains of our own logical thinking, bleeding for a simple sense of being accepted and loved by other survivors.

We found love in a hopeless place.

Yes – I’m quoting Rihanna right now..or like I would like to say – a team of professional pop songwriters. Simplicity creates attraction.

I am not saying that true purpose does not exist for us single soul humans.

I am merely saying that tonight I dissected my own insecurity of not being happy – which is evidently not true – by a simply creating a dialogue and finding the purpose between the words delivered to be hurtful in the most imaginative way possible.

We keep on falling into foxholes only to find a better trench.

Vanity Card #46 – The Pursuit of New Reneissance

The older I grow, the more and the merrier I acknowledge the fact that the media and our western culture pushes our understanding of the good life to the brink of personal bankruptcy.


The older I grow, the more and the merrier I acknowledge the fact that the media and our western culture pushes our understanding of the good life to the brink of personal bankruptcy.

Our generation (I am talking about the last generation that escaped the womb to experience first hand the joy of Tamagotchi’s, Super Mario and the hair-craze flat iron) was the last victim of the values that were hardened on us when we were little, taught when the world was wearing a sundress  – thrilling us to believe that honest hard work, long office hours, family of five kids accompanied by a dog was all the marital bliss one individual was able to achieve during one lifetime.

Twenty-something years later the same generation finds themselves as a graduate from the long drive through of ECTS credits with a damn fine diploma to bury it away somewhere in the middle of five to ten menial job credentials.

The world lies in ruins, the economy is stripped down to the bare essentials and the most conspiracy-nut jobs talk about inside jobs that were paid posthumously by Steve Jobs to corporate the whole world by giving blowjobs to the Wall-Street executives that bribe cops to kill a fellow worker for just the price of a happy meal.

You might smell a hint of exaggeration between my ramblings but nobody can’t avoid the fact that our society builds upon commercializing everything under the sun and the general public’s highway to have a happy, joyful life is to get a loan or find a loan shark to finance your dream of being in debt for the rest of your life.

I am hardly the last of the Mohicans that tries to hunt traces of freedom from the pursuit of preserved continuity, from the vast legends long told before we were ready to put our suits on and walk into the office closet in the name of prosperity. Back to the roots of the curious minds of the Renaissance.

I want to be free, to think different and capture the world as long as my pulsing heart gives me time.

There is no home like that left- most sanctums have been sold for eight pieces of soul and five days of your week. We treat every philosopher, poor stranger, asylum seeker and a free thinker as the inhumane, jobless husk of a soul not worth a dime for the society. Media directs our attention to Kardashians and the rest of the celebrity gossip. Evolution is still discussed as a theory rather than the force that molds the world we live in.

The quote by Eleanor Roosevelt has never been so true as today:

Great minds discuss ideas; average discuss events; small minds discuss people.

The community keeps baiting both sides into a open conflict, hence the riot claims more lives than spent dollars. Yet I truly believe we are on the edge of another breakthrough of our current society model. We have been riding this train of 1800’s factory worker way too long and the stop is long due. I dream of a better world.

World where we create jobs where they truly exist rather than forcing every individual into a pressurized model that does not fit ones hinges. We are not clay, we are blood, bones and guts.

Unity is assembled from the chess set pieces.

So believe me when I state this – no authority in the modern society should point which cog you should be in the clockwork of the mankind.

Keep tickin’ to your own purpose and dreams before you simply seize to exist.

Vanity Card #45 – The Eagle’s Perspective

One of the greatest minds that ever lived on this planet, Albert Einstein, had a single quote that has been a close friend for me for many years.


One of the greatest minds that ever lived on this planet, Albert Einstein, had a single quote that has been a close friend for me for many years.

Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.

However, I inherited the bad habit of self-will regarding certain matters  and this is the reason my life has not changed a lot in the past few years. I have tried certainly, but I have always felt that something was dragging me down to the pits. I have truly felt like a toddler who learns to walk just to be swiped under the rug and starting the process all over again.

As our human culture thinks that every single of us regains a new chance at happiness when the year changes, I must evade the survivor’s guilt and try to reshape my believes in the possibility it is true.

Slowly I turn my brain into dissolving the past year into moments of joyful experiences and into the ones that felt disappointing, troubled and hopeful in the sense of turning the tides some day. You go through your relationships, old and new, then separate the love life from the love you have for your family and friends – gaze into the memory lane and try to figure out the parts that needs to be separated completely in order to survive and be as outgoing as possible, as positive as possible, as good of a man I can be this year.

In all in all, it will be an emotional roller coaster embedded with your true feelings – yet depending heavily on logic. Today, as I am doing some of the “adjustments” – as I like to recall them, I remembered my fathers singing from our last summer together.

The message of the song is clear yet peaceful – this life of ours is only a temporary, beautiful thing gifted with the euphoria and sorrow that balances the scales. There is no reason to worry, since everything we live down will disappear one day. So spend your days wisely and enjoy your life to the fullest!

Isn’t this the message we should forward to everyone who is in despair and sorrowful? To encourage them to be the greatest version of themselves and help them to achieve it if possible?

Physical routines must be changed to healthier and your inner feelings about others must be re-evaluated. It’s never too easy to depart acquaintances, friends or loved ones who have been riddled with spreading negative emotions to people around them.

During these unfortunate occasions you have to cut the tree to make room for another that brings life around it. Whatever the cost, I will always remember them with a warm heart and bless their path with fortune and happiness.

Vanity Card #43/44 – The Leap of Faith

The Vanity Card #43/44 will be the last one showcased on my old website, the card can be read here.


The Vanity Card #43/44 will be the last one showcased on my old website, the card can be read here.

New Vanity Cards will be printed out soon on this website, so stay tuned and keep your socks on, it’s going to be cold this winter!

~ George

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