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so here we are again, i've managed to save up a nice little nest egg and investment of crypto, i love to see the green candles go up as i see that alt coin season pumping.
i learned my lesson of watching for relatively bear and bull runs, i know to put in my gains into a stablecoins and wait for the crashes, re-invest when it's low, play the game, the highs and lows of speculation economy of the world and what it might be tomorrow.
chasing the tail end of the financial future of potential scarcity and trying to put a pin on the value donkey all while wearing a blindfold of instability and financial insecurity.
ya see i'm one of those guys who can't play the YES man, i can't do the water cooler chat and i can't play the corporate position, i can't sell you still that i knows probably killing the planet and i won't pretend to like you just so i have a job.
i won't put my head down to learn something that ends up isolating me into that peer group so you can define me and put me in the "programmer" box, i won't bend the knee to just enjoy one blockchain and i certainly won't stay on the same path for twenty years just to see everything i've worked for fade away like a kodak moment losing it's sheen to a sublimation world.
i've been cancelled and i've been humbled. i've been lost and yet found sembalance of life between the undenieable transaction records of the verified, i've been past this block before, cemented in memory as a tourist in a block with a thousand other transactions waiting for the train stop to the one i need to get off at with my gains.
and yet, in the reallife(tm) i've got fiat bills to pay, i've gotta pay the man, play the game, throw trustless transaction towards another account so that you have more zeros than i had in my account in trade for you to leave me alone, a mortgage on my general existance it seems.
the mental anguish and anxiety is real starring down the barrel of having to decide which crypto i'm having to convert to pay off the man who keeps below the water surface barely, drowning to achieve the self confidence to swim closer to a shore of a country that views the world differently, trapped by border control and the fact i don't tick your box of a job well done.
i've never been able to save anything but i've been too busy trying to save myself and my sanity from the unbearing overload of information sent like salvos over my head, reactive, unresponsive, unabridged. mental health is wealth if you know how to diversify and shill for gold in a digital information rush. dust is still dust, even fractional, we are dead below the waistline, pockets full of part time dreams and zero contracts.
there is absolutely no way that we go back from here. paper money is dead, finance is fundementally changed because of defi, trustless and legacy are your new always on demand world passport to your future interactions. you are a number, but now you control it.
verified accountability matters, it shows very clearly how much time we have been waiting on things that don't matter and how what matters requires more of our time for us to succeed as a species. we have lost the most unquantifiable transaction of all between each other as brothers and sisters who have managed to win the gold medal of life without taking part in the race.
so steady them hands, upgrade those diamond laser eyes, lock on, focus up and design the life you expect to come, your imagination is now limitless, virtually going on as an AI expression of the people you wish your meat sack could be.
Happy Meerkat Wednesday.
Humble x