💔 A year ago, a friend told me: "The world could be falling apart and you’re still in your 'Bitcoin World,' some thing you buy and then lose money on a few weeks later." It was a passive-aggressive comment.
In the short term, yes, Bitcoin feels like swallowing broken glass. In the long term, Bitcoin feels like owning the peace-of-mind printing machine that’s stealing everyone else’s peace.
The chart goes up. Then it goes down. It makes men and women cry over their #Binance accounts, and many solemnly declare the funeral—for the thirty-sixth time.
And then it goes up again. Further than before. Higher than they said was possible. And here’s the uncomfortable truth: our discomfort is the return. Every panicked seller who hands over their $BTC is handing their future to someone with a longer time horizon. It’s not about ignoring volatility. It’s about outlasting it. Go to therapy.
Because over a long enough timeline, Bitcoin doesn’t feel like a bet. It feels like the only decision you ever made that actually made sense.
In the short term, yes, Bitcoin feels like swallowing broken glass. In the long term, Bitcoin feels like owning the peace-of-mind printing machine that’s stealing everyone else’s peace.
The chart goes up. Then it goes down. It makes men and women cry over their #Binance accounts, and many solemnly declare the funeral—for the thirty-sixth time.
And then it goes up again. Further than before. Higher than they said was possible. And here’s the uncomfortable truth: our discomfort is the return. Every panicked seller who hands over their $BTC is handing their future to someone with a longer time horizon. It’s not about ignoring volatility. It’s about outlasting it. Go to therapy.
Because over a long enough timeline, Bitcoin doesn’t feel like a bet. It feels like the only decision you ever made that actually made sense.