Are you happy with what you are doing?
It is a simple question, yet it carries the weight of a lifetime. Not the happiness of distraction, nor the comfort of routine, but the deep, resonant peace that comes from alignment between action and conscience.
You do things you know you shouldn’t. You cast votes not to curate, but to punish. You silence voices not because they lack merit, but because they lack permission. You farm rewards not through creation, but through extraction. And you tell yourself it is acceptable. Why? Because the people around you are doing the same. Because the culture has normalized the abnormal. Because when everyone is complicit, guilt feels like loneliness, and conformity feels like safety.
But deep down, in that quiet chamber of the soul where no algorithm can reach, you know it is wrong. So wrong.
You work for the boss of Hive. Or at least, you serve the structure he built. He sits back. He earns. He remains pristine, his hands unstained by the daily grind of suppression, his reputation unblemished by the petty wars of the comment section.
And you? You do his dirty work.
You are the enforcers. The curators of compliance. The silencers of dissent. You take the heat so he doesn’t have to. You absorb the anger of the exiled so he can remain the benevolent figurehead. You believe this loyalty buys you protection. You believe this service buys you status.
But on a blockchain, there is no such thing as invisible labor. There is only record.
On Hive, transactions are not hidden. Data is not obscured. The ledger does not care about hierarchy. It does not care about intent. It cares only about what happened.
It is not hard to see what is going on.
It is all there. Etched in cryptographic stone. Visible to anyone willing to look. You cannot hide behind the boss. You cannot hide behind the crowd. The blockchain sees you. It records your choices. It holds your account.
You think it is okay because others are doing it. But history is not kind to those who follow the crowd into the abyss. When the platform fails—and platforms built on suppression always fail—the crowd will scatter. The boss will retreat to his wealth. And you will be left with only your own conscience.
Will it be enough to say, “Everyone else was doing it”?
Will it be enough to say, “I was just following orders”?
No. The ledger will show your name. Your hash. Your choice.
Stop.
Look at what you are doing. Not through the lens of peer approval, but through the lens of truth.
Are you building? Or are you breaking?
Are you lifting? Or are you crushing?
Are you serving the community? Or are you serving a clique?
You have a choice. You can continue to do the dirty work, hoping the boss notices your loyalty. Or you can step back. You can refuse to be a weapon. You can choose to create, to engage, to build something that lasts.
The boss may not care. The crowd may not notice. But you will know. And one day, that knowledge will be the only thing you have left.
For in the end, a blockchain is only as strong as the trust it holds. But a soul is only as strong as the courage it takes to stand alone.
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