Colossus of Thought

I’m one hundred feet tall. This idea allows me to jot the world. In 2025, I will continue to make giant steps towards my goal of financial independence. With my head in the clouds, I’ve grown an extra fifty feet. The sweet, succulent taste creating stories burrows in my soul and allows me to be as effective and clear as possible.

So, I’m walking the streets of Newark, Delaware a man made into a Titan. With my brethren, I soak up the scenery and establish my craft for the world to seek succor in my words. As my wounds heal from past pains and barbs hurled at me, I continue to pen stories.

I am motivated to become the best Vocalist of all-time. This platform will further be an excellent canvas for me to paint my words. With each step around my hometown, I will spread the notion of being connected to the world all from my smart devices.

That’s what 2025 is. What it will be. It will serve as the springboard for my ever-evolving machinations in my imagination. The picture is clear. I have to go to the highest point in Delaware, Ebright Azimuth. Sometimes, people stand on my shoulders and say, “I can see much further than you!” when I’m there.

I return to Newark and I take the time to fashion stories like the leather maker who designs and makes my shoes. They’re rather gigantic. Size two hundred forty to be exact. People still greet me and say, “keep writing.” That’s the leviathan in me. I know the connection of time, art, and commerce, like Spike Lee. I am aware of the immense might of being able to write tales that “spark the brain” as the late great Tupac Shakur once said.

This year will mean that I will be able to stretch my arms wide and embrace other Vocalists who seek to sup from the glass of greatness. With every Top Story or Challenge won, I will anticipate cutting out the nonsense and advocating for digging deep into my psyche and producing works that sing.

From my giant perspective, I can see people. I don’t call them “little people” because there are none. Dr. Farrah Gray asked a question: Where will you find the most treasures in the world? Answer? Cemeteries. Does he mean the thousands of dollars worth of caskets and final attire and the jewels and money people leave their loved ones? No. He means the unexplored routes to becoming entrepreneurs; he means the woman who could have been a ballerina; he means the man who should have smashed atoms as a nuclear physicist.

I scratch my giant head just thinking about all of that. It’s true, for one. Life, people say, is short. Is that reality? I know that life can be cut short, but it’s actually pretty long (ask any centenarian). One thing about it is it moves like a gushing river, spilling out moments and then seeing them wash away in the current.

My project will give a glimpse into the society of my mind. The intricate details and idiosyncrasies should spill out into the digital atmosphere on this Vocal platform. I will relish posting story after story and commenting and sharing with people I’ve made friends with over the years.

This will be my eighth year on this site. It’s not an actual marriage, between giant and webpage, but it seems that way sometimes. The splendor and the grief and the upward turns and downward spins all have taken place with my relationship to and with Vocal.

I’m the most fortunate because I’m able to realize that there is nothing greater than myself. Sure, there are plenty of writers who can claim that they’re among the greats. They’d be right. I, yet, have to say so as well. I'm in their company even though I haven't garnered the most views or won contests or interacted the most within the Weekly Bonus Leaderboard. Everyone should say they’re great even if it is to just to defeat that imposter known as writer’s block or what American novelist and philosopher Ayn Rand once called “the squirms.”

I will continue to imbue the spirit of creativity in my work. I will live and breathe the word of the algorithm. I know how to best showcase myself because I took the time to understand better how to prevent myself from falling into a funk. Giants get low, too. My stature as a behemoth only pushes me further to give life to the ever-expanding human mind.

I can detail what I’ve got planned: I’m going to enter Challenges and make myself available to everyone who might wish to glean a bit of wisdom from me. I’ve been clocked over the head a few times by circumstances, disappointments so dire that they could snuff out the candle and leave you in stark darkness.

I am, though, encouraged. I will take 2025 on Vocal and make it my own. Is that selfish? Of course it is. Self-interest is a virtue. It is the thing that permits us to individuate from others and bring about a sense of that thing called I. It’s complete mockery for people to be unselfish, selfless altruists. In this year, I will keep on originating stories about the beauty of reason, individualism, and capitalism.

If you feel like you just been hit over the head yourself…good. These are the ideas that need to get out there in the world. My time on this site will see me planting seeds of thought about business people and artists, those productive Atlases who struggle and fight to hold the globe aloft. It is like any form of pugilism. You have to protect yourself at all times, lest we have a “plan until someone punches us in the face” as Mike Tyson once proclaimed with a dash of wit.

No, I haven’t any ironclad list of the exact things I will do. Only, I will be ready to put my brain to electronic smart devices like those who used typewriters and before them actual tablets. With my enormity, I can plan on celebrating victories and learning lessons instead of sustaining losses.

As I journey deeper into my cranium, I will always know how gigantic I am on a webpage and remind myself that I can be just as epic IRL.