No where in the above paragraph did I insult my parents. What i’m expressing is that, like many of us, I had to unlearn and undo patterns, baggage, and unhealthy dynamics that were passed down.

It’s not about blaming them as people, but about choosing a different path. If that’s an insult to them then it is what it is.

No where in the above paragraph did I insult my parents. What i’m expressing is that, like many of us, I had to unlearn and undo patterns, baggage, and unhealthy dynamics that were passed down.

It’s not about blaming them as people, but about choosing a different path. If that’s an insult to them then it is what it is.

No where in the above paragraph did I insult my parents. What i’m expressing is that, like many of us, I had to unlearn and undo patterns, baggage, and unhealthy dynamics that were passed down.

It’s not about blaming them as people, but about choosing a different path. If that’s an insult to them then it is what it is.

The “ordinary” husband and father is a spiritual master.

It takes a LOT to be normal.

You’re going to suffer.

That’s non negotiable.

But are you willing to suffer?

That shift can make all the difference in how you handle what’s in front of you.

Even better do you love your suffering?

Is it the necessary price to fulfill your destiny?

If it is, congrats. You’ve figure out life.

Learn to love your suffering and every scar will be a reminder about life you were brave enough to lead.

Or reject your suffering and suffer anyway in pointless agony for nothing.

Choice is pretty clear.

Before I bought bitcoin I spent 5 years being black pilled and defeatist about the economy post GFC.

I was stuck in the same nihilistic delusion that many are still in today.

Basically the belief was that everything was rigged, capitalism was over and nothing I could do was going to change my personal trajectory.

Then one day i had a particularly heavy DMT trip and it shattered those perceptual illusions and left me open to the idea that reality was actually a lot more malleable and full of potential than I had previously considered.

Recognizing that I had the ability to change things, then I found bitcoin.

And what I once saw as an inevitable collapse, I began to see as the greatest opportunity in history. A transfer of wealth and power in history for those who have the courage to seize it.

A way to break the chains of the slave system.

So I went all in, because fuck it…

My delusions weren’t serving me anyway.

The best part of getting older is caring way less what other people think of you.

As a white American I never gave much thought to my heritage.

Despite the fact that my grandmother immigrated from Ireland when she was 17 which makes me only a 2nd generation American.

It just never factored for me for whatever reason.

Now that I’m older I realize I’m proud to be Irish.

And I’m proud of the fact that I’m a little bit crazy like a good Irishman should be lol

Attending, participating, and meeting new folks at my local bitcoin meetup brings me joy.

Healing vs Curing in a Fiat World

Bitcoin heals - who would have thought?

Trying to occupy the victim position is categorically a race to the bottom.

Downward spiral.

Instead realize the truth, the only person holding you down is you.

You’re not a victim. You never were.

You’re responsible for everything that has ever or will ever happen to you. Good and bad.

Take extreme ownership over your life.

You’re in control.

Watch out for sting rays at Uvita beach.

By my father’s face, it hurts a lot 😬