Something I’ve been contemplating.

My grandmother was named Hope. She passed away last year. Since then, I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about the word Hope.

When you’re in your deepest darkest days, are when you have no hope. Hope is that beacon of light that pulls you through the hardships of life. Hope is what keeps your engine running when you’re out of metaphorical gas. Hope is an intrinsic force of good that allows you to proceed.

People often say “bitcoin is hope”. When people opt into bitcoin, they slowly begin to realize that maybe they CAN save for a brighter tomorrow. Maybe they CAN escape this rat race. Maybe they CAN empower themselves financially. A world of possibilities opens up.

Because hope is arguably one of the most powerful forces we have. Without it, there is no brighter tomorrow. But as long as you hold out hope, there is the prospect of a better day.

Hope. As long as we have hope, we will be okay.