I didn’t get into Bitcoin early. I dismissed it. Ignored it. Partied through its genesis, like most people do when they think the system still works in their favor. I wasn’t open to it, because I hadn’t suffered enough to see it yet.
When I finally did get it, I understood what Saylor meant:
“Everyone buys Bitcoin at the price they deserve.”
And that price isn't just denominated in dollars—it’s paid in confusion, regret, fiat noise, and the slow bleed of value you never gave permission to lose.
Bitcoin didn’t fix my life. But it did fix the measurement of it. Once I truly got on a Bitcoin standard—mentally, emotionally, financially—I stopped feeling the dips. Not just in price. In life. The fog started lifting.
Because what most people don’t realize is:
Fiat isn’t just broken. It’s a hostage situation.
Central banks claim they can predict the future. Set interest rates. Inject liquidity. Manage inflation. All based on models that pretend to know the unknowable. But they don’t. They can’t. And deep down, they know it.
Their role depends on preserving the illusion that a handful of economists can fine-tune a global economy. They must inflate. They must manipulate. Because admitting the truth—that value must emerge organically, not be dictated—would cost them everything: control, legitimacy, their jobs.
Bitcoin doesn’t play that game.
It doesn’t guess how much money to issue. It defines it. It doesn’t promise utopia. It just removes distortion. It lets the world price itself honestly. That alone rewires how you view time, effort, energy, and legacy.
When you live on a fiat standard, you feel scarcity, even when you're working hard. When you live on a Bitcoin standard, you feel clarity—even when life is unpredictable. Because the measurement is no longer lying to you.
So no, this isn’t just some investment.
And no, we’re not “toxic” for sounding the alarm.
We’re awake. And once you are, you can’t unsee the crime.
Bitcoin is not a prediction machine.
It is a truth machine.
It is exit.
If you’re already here, you get it.
If you’re not, you will.
Just know—once you switch standards, the world makes sense.
Fix the money. Then live.