Bitcoin’s evolution continues, with it a new generation of finance is being born. Even those at the top of fiat are making moves to adopt bitcoin. The grass is greener where the plebs slop. I just want an orifice puckering amount of bitcoin, nothing can stop me besides my own productivity. I’m just the generational guinea pig experimenting on my latest, longest, and most successful demo: living on a bitcoin standard.

Seeing large holders reduce their Bitcoin balances doesn’t scare me, one person not being able to fill their shoes doesn’t either. Their time has come and everyday the new normal is a few less sats, there’s no magic number, just a reliable act to stack sats and stay humble. You can go with the flow when you die, healthy fish swim upstream. Self custody and hodl.

Do you know what the last thing a face does before bitcoin melts it? It gets flushed. I get that feeling in my gut it excites and saddens me; I’ll miss these cheap sats when they are gone. I’ll sure enjoy them while they last though!

Up or down, I stack. Each sat is faith made literal while others surrender to fear. The chart is noise; conviction is signal. Every sat I hold is a quiet truth: I stayed when it mattered.

FUDsters beware: don’t tease me with cheap sats. You could sell your entire stack and preach doom through every speaker on the globe, I’m still going to stack every week and be glad to do it.

Bitcoin isn’t a bet anymore. It’s becoming the standard. The volatility, the crashes, the boredom: those are just the old speculators getting washed out. If you’d keep stacking even faced with slow, steady growth, then you’ve already crossed the line: you’re not chasing a top, you’re watching money get fixed. The real win isn’t timing anything. It’s realizing you don’t need to. Expect less. Appreciate more. Every day Bitcoin still runs is another day the world shifts, and that’s how you win forever.

Price isn’t the heartbeat…the network is. We’re not late; we’re early. Bitcoin’s maturity isn’t a top; it’s the world quietly switching over. Price is noise. Hope is the signal. Every collapse, every doubt, every late cycle is just another reminder that Bitcoin keeps running while everything else decays. The danger isn’t volatility. It’s that Bitcoin rewards patience and exposes every lie built on soft money. This is the prologue. The real story is just beginning.

Sometimes you’ve gotta pause and ask yourself: where does max pain really sit? Higher or lower? I keep coming back to the same conclusion: it’s almost always higher. Bitcoin rising hurts far more people than it helps, because most only feel the sting when they’re on the outside looking in. A real bitcoiner doesn’t suffer on the dips; they sharpen their conviction on them. Drawdowns don’t wound you when your mindset is accumulation; they provoke you to act, to build, to stack with intention. Panic isn’t truly painful in the moment. The real pain shows up later: when price recovers, when the candles go vertical, when regret finally settles in. Max pain isn’t the dip. Max pain is watching the recovery without a seat at the table.