Woahhh, so yeah, 
I knew we joined at roughly the same time so I had to double check and would you know it, my own 6th anniversary was 2 days apart! So here is my commemorative blog, something I never did in the past but selfhelp's thoughts provoked me into contemplating my own.
How has Hive influenced my life? It turns out the more I think about it, the more unfolds. As I continue writing, it just keeps coming. Crazy. So here's an attempt and distilling it down into a 6-year summary:
I can barely remember how or why I joined. I was never into crypto really. But after my sister showed me this place, Steemit at the time, I found myself captured.
I soon joined steemit.chat which is where... a lot of shit went down. But I also found a whole bunch of really valuable people. Philosophically and quite literally.
This was run by a few people such as 
Ultimately they left, and it was down to lemouth and I, the two stable individuals to continue the project to this day along with 
Although I never managed to do any of the meetups cuz I'm stuck in China, STEMsocial did in fact meet up numerous times in awesome places such as the Large Hadron Collider in Switzerland, and lemouth even went to HiveFest.
So right off the bat, from the first few months, this ecosystem was really transformative for me. I had this long-term side hustle of a sort helping and supporting people around the world. with a long term series of friends I'd never meet. That's pretty rad.
Steemit.Chat brought me so many more interesting characters.
There was 
Everyone was interesting there, because it was so global, but for the most part it seems 99% are gone. You get used to that around here.
At one point, the price of Steem and SBD went crazy, something like SBD hitting 14 or $18 I forget. It was a golden era for me particularly because 
This was the single time I took money out (I told
Not having a job or a direction in life is just... pretty awful. It was a complete wasted year of my life and I hold Steem personally responsible! I didn't really learn anything about myself or improve myself. I felt no drive to accomplish anything, or get a qualification. I just kinda wallowed in my own depression for a solid year.
Jeeze, the more you look at it, the more cripplingly bizarre it gets
Well, now I know. Never again. Perhaps this was when I truly became an adult. Perhaps I should be grateful for that - I no longer dream of a utopian society where I get to do nothing until I die.
Then of course, from boom to bust, Justin Sun came along. I'm sure anyone reading this knows all about that stuff, so naturally I quit out and transferred over to Hive, and the rest is as it is.
I have written a lot. Unlike most people, I always enjoyed writing. I attempted a wordpress blog before Steemit, something that never got a single view, so it was another one of my passions I never really had a proper outlet for. Hive/Steem changed that.
I liked to write in series. I always have more to say than can fit in 1,000 words. So I made a lot.
One or two of them I will, one day, find time to expand them into illustrated books.
I also wrote a 'crazy evolution' series which dived into, well, crazy evolution. I liked to go a bit beyond the kind of pop-science viral media stuff which to me resulted in way more interesting stuff.
I also wrote a mini sci-fi novel
A lengthy series on debunking Chinese Traditional Medicine which really trained my skills of research and critical analysis of research papers, and genuinely helped me understand the world of science and its inherent flaws.
I did a history of music series
A second, still ongoing musical theory series I dabble in every few months here
A 'what I learnt this week' series
There were several others, but you get the idea.
I suppose one thing that keeps me here are that 1% who have stuck around as familiar faces, even if we're not exactly zoom calling each other every day. 
Another thing is just the occasional reminder that this ecosystem is still being developed quite substantially. You'll occasionally come across posts by blocktrades, gtg or others just showing how much work they've been doing behind the scenes. It's all over my head but evident that there's a lot more to come.
I'm not somebody who expects or hopes for this place to explode. I don't like the idea of the platform becoming big. When it becomes big, it becomes scammy, botty and beggar-y. Drama will come that will toy with your account's value like a yoyo on a spring. Coups and division will ensue, greed will dominate.
If it pleases y'all, just let me enjoy my little community! I like it.
I also still believe in the dream that is
It's my home away from home. I've invited personal friends and family on, and none of them stayed, so it's like my private little island where I get to live a separate personality, a little more free than the one I've crafted over a lifetime of peer pressure, job expectations and social contracts. I'm still me here, very much so. But a little bit more... curated
So yeah, I have written a lot, changed a lot, learned a lot. I've written Hive on my resume before, and most importantly it's been a creative outlet I would otherwise not have. Thank the heavens I never had to resort to medium.
I often wonder whether all this writing will come back to either vilify or vindicate me when I'm old. Will the total sum adequately describe who I am, or will it be more an abstract painting of somebody I wanted people to see? Perhaps a blend of both? Will the content I wrote 6 years ago stand as an accurate representation of who I am 30 years from now, or simply who I was over a brief period, and does my writing explain in any way how I became who I will be, as I lie in my death bed, desperately trying to pretend like I'm not afraid of the end. If this blockchain is still out there, will it be a comfort in those last moments, knowing that my words are still out there, even if nobody cares an iota to read any of it?
What if I become famous, will I be cancelled for my views over the years after somebody digs this account up? Maybe I've not said anything too controversial by todays standards, but who knows 10 years from now? Perhaps the word years will become taboo and hyper offensive.
Clearly, I have no intention of leaving any time soon.
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