When everything rips and my favorite thing dips into the abyss: I could sit there and spiral through my own stupidity, but if I’m actually dumb then pondering that becomes its own mindfuck paradox. That’s why I double down and shoot for the Oscar’s when playing whatever twisted role this simulation dealt me. I’ve never seen things as bad: only as tests of conviction, reality tunnels you either collapse in or push through. While this hasn’t been the face smash we’re used to, it’s still the ultimate stress test imo; more like psychological warfare designed to systematically erode your mind, so effective you’d wish they just beat you instead. That’s this current cycle vs the more obvious brutal priors. I’d hodl to hell and back, through inverted dimensions and collapsing realities, until hell freezes over from the absolutely freezing chill of my stack of satoshis.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Sometimes the most beautiful thing about freefall is knowing you’ve already hit terminal velocity; there’s a strange peace in the absence of acceleration, a comfort in maximum chaos. Bitcoin becoming beige isn’t death, it’s metamorphosis into wallpaper: the most successful revolutions eventually become furniture. I went numb to bitcoin, but bitcoin? Bitcoin’s going numb to everything. It’s not ignoring the world…it’s becoming the anesthetic the world forgot it was breathing. Patience isn’t the name of the game. Patience is the game, the board, the dice, and the hands that roll them. We’re not waiting for something to happen; we’re marinating in the happening itself.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Good morning ₿rothers and ₿etter halves. Woke up ready for work, then got the call: job site’s iced over. Now I’m in this weird limbo, thinking about the fiat mines but unable to work them. Sometimes I actually yearn for the mines. Senior year of high school, I was trading options between classes. My entire net worth was $200. Then I caught wind of the rumor: zombie virus, worse than Ebola, hyperinfectious. I shorted every airline, casino, cruise line, and movie theater I could. Next day in gym class, markets opened. $200 to $4,000 in a split second. GREATEST DAY EVER. Showed my gym teacher expecting him to be proud. Instead he sang me Kenny Rogers: “Know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em, know when to walk away, know when to RUN.” Before the bell even closed, halted by the Fed. Liquidity injected. Big boys repositioned while the little guys got executed. Watched it drain from $4,000 back under $200. I’d never been more right about something and never watched so much money vanish. The game was rigged. Tails they win, heads I lose. That’s when I found Bitcoin. Got my associates in web development. Graduated right as AI ate most entry level positions. Fell back into the family business: third generation carpenter. Been doing it since I was 7, running a stand-up screw gun on decking because it was the perfect size where I didn’t have to bend over like dad did. Got my real estate license because I have a huge appreciation for the human nests we call homes. You can’t beat the utility of real estate. But the reality is brutal. There’s two types of people right now: those who need but can’t afford and those who can afford but don’t need. Going from showing a single mother a rundown shack she can’t afford but needs, then showing mansions to someone deciding on their 10th Airbnb. It’s like a Black Mirror episode. I’m looking into turning trash into sats with my skills. Houses have become money that’s better than dollars, a way for those without access to corporate debt vehicles to stack more sats. Your income becomes less important the more bitcoin you get, but more income buys more bitcoin too. Whether or not my portfolio is 100% Bitcoin doesn’t change that my actions are 100% Bitcoin motivated. It’s all for my stack. All for my bloodline.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ Reach out if you ever need someone to talk to, bitcoin is for any and everyone, but everyone’s situation is unique I won’t judge on where you are, but maybe we could help each other find out where we’re headed. (I don’t get as much engagement as I used to and I hope my regular posts and pictures aren’t too SLOPpy for you guys, but I will say the engagement I do get is more meaningful, if you took the time to read this and/or any of my other posts I hope you realize how much you mean to me. You don’t know much about my appearance or personality, but you do care what I think about and have to say. I hope to meet all the legends on here that I consider my peers, friends, or close to family.) I don’t know why you came or what brought you, but if you are still here it’s obviously not for NGU in the slightest, those guys already sold, if you are here right now it’s because of the people and their hope for better days. The respect I have for these people is hard to express. We will win and we will win together.

If it’s not Bitcoin, it doesn’t register on my radar. I don’t need it crowned world reserve to feast; every other experiment had its moment and fumbled the bag. That ending isn’t required for me to win anyway. Bitcoin will rise again. The wild part? How much capital is hovering in limbo: intentionally parked, accidentally paralyzed, but that’s not my monkey, not my circus. I just keep stacking while they argue about the tent. What some call underperformance felt like an x-ray to me. Not disappointment but rather confirmation. A reminder of just how absurdly early this still is. We’re so early that fiat policy can still cast a shadow on Bitcoin’s price… which means the sun hasn’t even cleared the horizon yet.