Bitcoin’s volatility isn’t chaos; it’s purification.
Each violent swing is the network testing conviction, burning away weak hands so only those who understand remain. It’s a cycle of renewal disguised as destruction. Every dip doesn’t make Bitcoin weaker; it tempers it, like fire hardening steel.
Price drops remind me of a bonfire smothered by too much brush…it dims for a moment, gasping for air, before roaring back to life and devouring everything thrown at it.
Broader market sentiment doesn’t move me. My conviction doesn’t bend with their fear. My demand isn’t reactive; it’s instinctive, and honestly, I’m happier than a pig in mud watching the impatient get shaken loose.






