I’m gonna be using the “persona” of this song for upcoming ones to test out this new feature 🔥 nostr:note1lhsrghzn9z2t8cwzce4g9xz88a8pw4u57dvt0w3zxj8sqd6fnmeqjdrdwr

Making bread based on Chatgpt instructions because I was getting too frustrated reading people's 1000 word life stories when you try to Google a recipe

Don’t miss the forest for the trees

#Bitcoin is about freedom and human flourishing, and to eliminate the need for central banks and fiat currencies. It is the peoples’ money, no permission needed, no fucks given.

There will be distractions along the way, and fear of capture, but the game theory plays on and I connect Bitcoin’s adoption and growth to the famous quote from MLK Jr

“We shall overcome because the arc of the moral universe is long but it bends toward justice.”

Humanity has a fighting chance against authoritarians, with Bitcoin. Carry this energy with you this week! 🧡✊

Bitcoin about to close the biggest monthly candle EVER!

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I like how you call him a suspicious billionaire

GM, sacks of Sats would be awesome.

#foodstr #dinnerstr

This is a rough cycle. Mentally as far as I'm concerned we haven't had a a bull market since 2017. 7 years of meaningless chop ....as always there's light at the end of the tunnel, but just when I think we're reaching the end, we round another corner.

Not sure if other hodlers are like me, but I find it difficult to live in the moment. I do my best, but it's almost as if my life is on hold until we have a raging bull market. There are places I want to travel, a home I want to build, but instead I'm stacking and waiting, and the years are going by.

My first child was born around the last bull market, I've spent the majority of their life obsessed with bitcoin, stacking sats, and waiting for our "real life" to start. I still think I've been a good husband and father, but I know I could be better. Unable to ever fully be present, that nagging hope of a better future always in the back of my mind.

As bitcoin cascades down today in yet another liquidation wick, I can't help but reflect on the past. Perhaps we're all destined to be Moses, wandering the desert for 40 years, the imperfect saviors of our individual tribes. We'll be remembered, but only our children will ever reach the promise land. Could be worse I suppose. I still don't think that's very likely, I think we very well might be rounding that final corner of the tunnel, but I'm trying to come to terms with the fact that that might not be true. Perhaps there's another 33 years of wandering.