There was a time when I was a prime evangelist of cryptocurrency. No matter who was in front of me, if I sensed an opening, I would go into these long philosophical rants about it. The need for them, the answer to the system of corruption, the true emancipation of the people. These days, sadly, I'm mostly quiet.
I lost steam, got tired and burnt out. Not only the vision I share about cryptocurrencies is not what the common folk care about, but more importantly, most people don't have the patience required to "be into crypto"
The way I see it, crypto attracts two types of people. The gamblers, the fair-weather allies who will hurray next to you about all the developments, the favorable news cycles, and the ones who are here on principle. They understand the need, the value, and thus become immune to negativity as some sort of wolverinian super power.
My attitude is simple these days. I'll for as far as to tell you that I tried on boarding the guitar builder community the other day. I wrote an email explaining how they could be part of hive, share great content, find a niche unexploited by anyone here (there's like two luthiers on here that I know), etc.
At first, I think I was received as a would be scammer, as someone who surely had their email hacked. But, when I got a chance to explain it, in a chat, real-time, and how sweat equity is fine, effort is what counts. I moved the needle so little, I might as well saved the wear on my keyboard.
Moving on then...
This is how it goes, you know... Maybe the early adopters are in, so to speak. The ones who will come in later will be the ones complaining about inequality, about not jumping in when it was still easy (it never was, but that's another conversation).
I'm thinking these days inequality is built-in, because we are wired to not stray too much from the pack, from the known, from the tried and true. These new technologies are too foreign, too risky.
What if we spend our time and effort on something that goes nowhere? What disaster would that be. And yes, I type that with sarcasm because that's a life summed up with a nihilistic lens.
I'm at peace with it all. I truly am. As I get older the idealistic version of me gets quieter and I accept, because that's all I can do, that I can't help everyone nor should I try to.
It's perfectly fine to show someone a door, tell them about why they should open it, but move on the moment they reject the offer, because obviously that door is not for them.
Am I bitter for saying this? No, not really. In a way, this is my self therapy of stoicism, the last vestiges of idealism dying in my head being typed into my blog because that's how I've dealt with my emotions for now seven years; typing away.
Because eventually they might, I won't hold anything against them. Why should I? I will help, to a reasonable extent, of course, and I will be glad to see someone flourish, grow.
What I won't do is worry much about cries of a "rigged system" that doesn't help the little fish swim the pond.
Such is nature, and we are just part of it.
MenO
