An Open and Evolving Reflection

I’d rather be fiat poor and truth rich

Than fiat rich and time poor.

I trade illusions for sovereignty,

Comfort for clarity,

Fear for freedom.

Let others chase yield.

I choose peace.

Let others climb ladders.

I choose ground to stand on.

My wealth is not in digits but in days well-lived.

My value is not in what I own, but what I no longer fear losing.

I do not serve money—I steward truth.

Let my time belong to love, to purpose,

To building what lasts beyond currency.

And if I am wrong—

If Bitcoin fails and the system wins—

I will still have lived honestly,

And that is a richer life than any fiat can offer.