It’s not that I think Bitcoin will make me a multikajillionaire overnight; years of history say otherwise. It’s that I feel better holding it, even in small amounts. We all start somewhere. The cutoff isn’t 1 BTC. It’s 1 sat. One sat is ~$0.00095. There are plenty of sats to go around, but I want as many as possible, and slow price action only helps that goal. Progress doesn’t have to show up on a chart to be real. My sats are real. I move them to cold storage regularly, just a steady drip into the quiet squeeze of supply. I’m grateful to both buyers and sellers. When you think in sats and avoid leverage, it’s hard to lose. I make money. Money never made me.

Is it wrong to level up the fiat mine to level up the sats stack? I don’t think so. Level up the fiat mine, then put it on a Bitcoin standard. The uncomfortable truth is this: as long as Bitcoin is priced in fiat, the person with more fiat can buy more sats than you. So I’ll trade sweat for value, extract it from a broken system, and convert it into the hardest money ever made. Fiat mines are the closest thing I have to a money printer. Until the standard flips, I say let it brrrr.

Copying the whales is exactly what they expect. This shakeout wasn’t trivial, but it wasn’t the one they wanted either. The reset feels real. Weak hands are gone. The bull market didn’t end, it matured. I don’t need certainty about a hockey stick. Maybe it comes, maybe it doesn’t. What I know is that every day Bitcoin keeps running, it gets closer, and I can feel that gravity building. Bitcoin has been suppressed in ways price can’t fully show. And it never works. Every attempt to hold it down only hardens conviction and loads the spring for what comes next.

Are you where you want? Why not? If not you then who? Maybe it’s harder than you thought…maybe you’re more capable than you give credit for. I will not be a victim; I would rather hold myself accountable for more than I could ever cause. This is on me, no excuses, no casting blame. Every day is a test and proof of your true character. Patience is a muscle that should be grown. What are your words if they aren’t your way? Channel your energy into closing the gap between where you are and what you want, you’ll be surprised what happens when you care enough to try.

Who is accumulating? Who is selling? Why does it matter? Eyes on your own paper. You’ve got to be your own ultimate bitcoin maxi. Maybe my purchase doesn’t make headlines, but I’m stacking for my bloodline. Bitcoin was called speculative and those that called it so are recognizing the truth. When the skeptics integrate you know it’s on. I stack Bitcoin because someone found an infinite money glitch and it wasn’t me, I don’t believe in infinite money; that’s more than everything.

This is the unglamorous cycle no one asked for…but everyone needed. The quiet one. The patience testing one. Don’t waste what it’s offering. No one ever said Bitcoin was easy. Some stretches you’re running uphill, lungs burning. Other stretches you’re flying downhill. Both matter. Both build conviction. Bitcoin under six figures isn’t boring; it’s a gift. The short term is just entertainment and decisions made for entertainment rarely end well.

Range bound Bitcoin is my favorite Bitcoin. It tests conviction more than violent pumps or crashes because nothing happens and people get restless. That boredom does more damage to sentiment than fear ever could. While that plays out wallets holding 100 plus bitcoin are quietly hitting all time highs. They don’t need perfect narratives or macro clarity. Their behavior alone reduces sell pressure, and if it continues, the math compounds whether anyone is paying attention or not. Ignore the macro limbo. Strength is being built in silence, not headlines. Every time Bitcoin becomes sensitive to noise, it’s an invitation. Not to react, but to accumulate.

It’s about laying a stronger base for the next leg. Sometimes down is what makes up possible and this feels like one of those moments. It could be better. It could be worse. I’m still impressed. Bitcoin’s fate isn’t tied to institutions or narratives, but to humanity itself. I’m comfortable tying my own fate to that. Sentiment comes and goes. Engagement might be dookie butt. Quitting still doesn’t feel like an option.