sms on Nostr: I’m not perfect. I’ve fallen for the allure of scammers; preying on my misfortune ...

I’m not perfect.

I’ve fallen for the allure of scammers; preying on my misfortune and my hope for a better life.

I’ve bought into their flashy promises, their hollow tokenomics dressed up to look like salvation.

The sparkle used to draw me in, the siren’s call impossible to ignore.

But those dazzling lights turned to razors and burns, their promises led only to dead ends.

I’ve been beaten, scraped, and bruised…only to be picked back up, time and time again, by #Bitcoin.

I don’t feel that temptation anymore.

Being a Bitcoiner is both a blessing and a discipline.

There was never a curse, never a stain left on my soul.

The journey taught me that being a Bitcoiner doesn’t mean you’re a sinner, despite what some may project.

Those who judge harshly often reveal their own guilt.

When I see a rug pull, I’ll call it what it is.

I’m not here to spare feelings.

I refuse to idolize people; instead, I’ll celebrate ideas and creations.

People change, and blindly backing someone who doesn’t even know you exist is neither logical nor productive.

Focus on ideas and creations that truly benefit the people who matter: the ones you care about, and the ones who genuinely care about you.

That’s where real value lies.