Has Bitcoin made you happy?

Ok, I’m new here and have a #question 👇

Because no matter what people say, money doesn’t make us happy. It’s the lack of money that makes us more miserable.

So what about having Bitcoin? Is it just the same old money? Or is it something else – freedom, independence?

And if it is something else, then how much Bitcoin does it take to be happy? What number is enough?

But a number is just a number.

Why do you need Bitcoin in the first place? To exchange it for something from Maslow’s hierarchy, right?

So how many houses, cars, skydives, lovers, conversations with gurus, and “perfect life” podcasts does one need to finally be happy?

How many countries do you have to visit to feel fulfilled?

I’m asking because I honestly don’t know. Maybe someone out there knows the answer.

Maybe the answer is Bitcoin, and I just don’t know it.

There are so many theories about happiness, and none of them really work.

You either feel happy – with occasional sadness triggered by things you can’t control –

or you chase happiness endlessly, living in a fog of illusions.

I used to think that once I made it to Paris, I’d be happy.

Didn’t work.

I thought writing a book would definitely make me happy.

But no. (Honestly, someone should warn new writers that the euphoria wears off and then it only gets harder – responsibility, self-criticism, all of it.)

So here I am, 34 years into chasing a feeling of happiness that doesn’t depend on 99% of circumstances.

I’ve gotten so tangled in it that I’m not even sure whether my current life might already be that happiness I was chasing.

It kind of feels like it… but something always seems to be missing. Always. And I want just a bit more.

But more of what?

Bitcoin?

So back to the question: Has Bitcoin made you happy?

goddamnit. I need a calendar scheduling service that doesn't eat your soul. which ones do you recommend? anything foss?

Просто утро. Не хорошее, не плохое. Обычный день. Такие, без лишнего смысла — самые настоящие. Они не пытаются быть чем-то. Просто дождь, просто чашка кофе, просто португальская речь фоном. Иногда календарь выдаёт нейтральный сюжет. День без эпитетов, без оценки. Пространство, которое можно заполнить чем угодно — или ничем. Такие дни напоминают, что жизнь — не только события, но и паузы между ними.

В этих паузах и начинаешь слышать самого себя.

gn kind of post

i don't have to know you, to gm you

The moment you become too old to even care about the message on the cake 🤷🏽‍♀️

Just great full nothing else. 🥰