Christian. Bitcoiner. Trying to walk the narrow path.
A fundamentalist in my own life, a liberal for others.
Lightning is hope. Health and nature matter.
Not here to preach – just sharing the life I try to live.
I have a confession to make.
This year, I fell hard for the altcoin temptation.
It started with the idea that anything I invested in should outperform simply holding Bitcoin.
I started following an investor who really understood Bitcoin but was also deep into Solana and AI stocks. His arguments were convincing, so I began copying some of his plays. I even subscribed to TradingView. Early on, everything looked golden—I was printing solid gains and started fantasizing: “If this keeps going, I could quit my job and trade full-time.”
But as always, the market reminded me of its nature: almost everything pumped through summer and into early fall… then the music stopped.
I’m the exact type who lights up during FOMO and panics hardest when fear sets in.
That’s when the promise I made to myself—deep down the rabbit hole—came rushing back:
Bitcoin is money. It’s what I should save and live on.
I already have a great job I’m good at and enjoy. Why jeopardize everything trying to out-trade the market? It’s exhaustively documented that nearly everyone loses money trading long-term, simply because the professionals are better than the amateurs—just like in every other field.
Bitcoin is money that appreciates over time for one straightforward reason: there will never be more than 21 million of it.
I began stacking in 2022, and in that relatively short period my holdings have nearly tripled—doing nothing more than consistently saving.
I’m etching this lesson in stone so that next time the trader delusion creeps in, I remember who I actually am.
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