sms on Nostr: The sheer stress and tension in the market right now is staggering; panic, fear, and ...
The sheer stress and tension in the market right now is staggering; panic, fear, and doubt are everywhere.
Yet, I feel nothing but satisfaction.
Losing a fiat salary’s worth in dollar terms is irrelevant when measured against the sats I’ve secured.
The world sees volatility; I see accumulation.
It was the cycles of unrealized losses that forged most of us into the hardened, unshakable holders we are today.
Every gut wrenching drop, every test of conviction, it all built the resilience that separates those who merely speculate from those who understand.
Over time, the need for raw endurance has faded, not because the game has changed, but because we have.
The strength to see it through still exists, but it’s no longer a question; it’s a given.
We don’t flinch anymore, because in the end, only one metric matters: the sats you hold.
The window between now and global realization is a rare stretch of opportunity; one that won’t stay open forever.
In the end, the winners won’t be those who measured their wealth in fleeting fiat digits but those who stacked relentlessly, understanding that balance, not fiat bloat, determines the future.
As the world sleepwalks toward the inevitable, every sat accumulated is another step ahead.
Some will chase illusions of temporary riches, mistaking noise for signal.
Others will focus on what truly matters, positioning themselves before the rest wake up.
By the time they do, the game will have already been won.
Yet, I feel nothing but satisfaction.
Losing a fiat salary’s worth in dollar terms is irrelevant when measured against the sats I’ve secured.
The world sees volatility; I see accumulation.
It was the cycles of unrealized losses that forged most of us into the hardened, unshakable holders we are today.
Every gut wrenching drop, every test of conviction, it all built the resilience that separates those who merely speculate from those who understand.
Over time, the need for raw endurance has faded, not because the game has changed, but because we have.
The strength to see it through still exists, but it’s no longer a question; it’s a given.
We don’t flinch anymore, because in the end, only one metric matters: the sats you hold.
The window between now and global realization is a rare stretch of opportunity; one that won’t stay open forever.
In the end, the winners won’t be those who measured their wealth in fleeting fiat digits but those who stacked relentlessly, understanding that balance, not fiat bloat, determines the future.
As the world sleepwalks toward the inevitable, every sat accumulated is another step ahead.
Some will chase illusions of temporary riches, mistaking noise for signal.
Others will focus on what truly matters, positioning themselves before the rest wake up.
By the time they do, the game will have already been won.