In 2025 we become chaos merchants.
I’m about to channel Dylan Thomas through a megaphone made of pure creative warfare.
“Do not go gentle into that good night” isn’t just poetry anymore.
It needs to be a battle cry and part of our Manifest for 2025.
We’re not tiptoeing into the new year like we’re trying not to wake up our inner critics.
We’re kick-flipping through its front door while dual-wielding creativity like we’re in some kind of artistic John Woo movie.
Let’s be honest for a second or two. The last four years have been a dumpster fire wrapped in a train wreck, stuffed inside a carnival of chaos.
Since 2020, we’ve been living in what feels like a badly written dystopian novel where the editor just gave up and said “fuck it, print it.”
But you know what? ENOUGH of all that bs.
We’re done with these things:
Playing small
Writing safe
Creating cautiously
Waiting for permission
Making excuses
Living in the shadow of “what if”
2025 isn’t just another year we’re going to let roll out and do whatever.
Tit’s our revenge story against mediocrity. It’s time to go full John Wick on our creative blocks, except instead of a pencil, we’re armed with…
Unhinged imagination, caffeinated determination, the kind of attitude that makes squirrels nervous and whatever the hell comes out of our brain at 3 AM.
(Yes 3AM is just something spiritual to me at this point)
This isn’t about “new year, new me”
That’s bumper sticker philosophy for people who think missionary position is adventurous.
This is about “new year, same chaos goblin, but now with PURPOSE.”
Your dreams? Not just wishes anymore. They’re targets.
Your goals? Not just plans. They’re declarations of war.
Your creativity? Some people called it a hobby. It’s NOW, your weapon of choice.
When December 2025 rolls around, I want us all to look back and say, “Holy shit, did I really do all that?” while covered in the metaphorical blood, sweat, and coffee stains of whatever creative battle we’re going to head in to.
Mediocrity is comfortable. It’s safe. It’s the warm bath of creative death. But you weren’t built for comfortable.
You were built for;
Stories that punch readers in the face
Art that makes people question reality
Content that makes the our tech overlords cry
Creation that leaves an actual mark out in the world
So rage, Rage against playing it safe.
Rage against “maybe later.”
Rage against every “you can’t” that’s ever been thrown at you.
Rage against the dying of your creative light until it becomes a forest fire of pure artistic bliss.
Stephen Walker
P.S. Yes, I wrote this manifesto without pants. Revolution doesn’t require formal wear.
P.P.S. The squirrels watching through my window are stockpiling nuts like they know what’s coming. THEY SHOULD BE AFRAID.
P.P.P.S. If anyone needs me, I’ll be in my murder shed, planning creative warfare while drinking coffee strong enough to raise the dead.
Also, Dylan Thomas wasn’t just writing poetry. He was giving us permission to burn down the house of mediocrity and build something beautiful from its ashes.
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