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A Personal Journey to Hope and #Bitcoin
“Orange-pilling someone close to you isn’t just about Bitcoin—it’s about offering them a way to believe again.”
For years, I tried to share Bitcoin with someone close to my heart—a relative whose worldview I deeply respect. Yet, no argument seemed to resonate. No explanation, no metaphor, no evidence was enough to bridge the gap and ignite that spark of curiosity. Until last night.
Our conversation started heavy, as they often do these days. We were reflecting on the world: conflicts, wars, genocides, ethnic cleansings—all these unbearable truths that seem to strip away any remaining hope. She confessed something that hit me hard: “I’m losing faith in humanity. I don’t see the point in what I’m doing anymore. It all feels so meaningless.”
It was raw. Painful. Familiar.
In that moment, I felt compelled to try again—not with logic or charts or technical talk, but with the only thing that still makes sense to me when faced with despair: hope.
So I said it, plainly: “Maybe you should give Bitcoin another try.”
I told her about the people I’ve met in the Bitcoin community—builders, thinkers, and dreamers who genuinely believe in a better world. People who pour their hearts into creating something uncorrupted, into solving humanity’s deepest problems, into reclaiming trust. I shared how Bitcoin isn’t just about money—it’s about hope. Hope that we can build a system immune to human corruption. Hope that we can strip power from those who exploit it. Hope that we can create a future where trust doesn’t have to be betrayed.
And for the first time, it clicked.
Her question was simple yet monumental: “Is it too late? Should I start now?”
“Yes,” I said. “Start now. Buy whatever amount you can. Begin studying, learning, and connecting with this movement. There’s a light here—a light we’ve been missing for far too long.”
That was it. A moment of resonance, born not out of persuasion but shared pain and shared hope. I watched her take her first step into Bitcoin, not as an investment, but as a belief in something bigger. Something better.
This experience taught me something profound: Bitcoin isn’t just a protocol. It’s a lifeline for those of us who refuse to give up. It’s a solution for a world plagued by corruption and despair. And it’s proof that hope, even in the smallest measure, still has the power to change hearts.
I’m grateful that I could help her see it. And I believe she’ll not only learn about Bitcoin, but also find connection, meaning, and purpose within this community of hope.
We don’t just orange-pill people. We offer them a chance to believe again.
“Orange-pilling someone close to you isn’t just about Bitcoin—it’s about offering them a way to believe again.”
For years, I tried to share Bitcoin with someone close to my heart—a relative whose worldview I deeply respect. Yet, no argument seemed to resonate. No explanation, no metaphor, no evidence was enough to bridge the gap and ignite that spark of curiosity. Until last night.
Our conversation started heavy, as they often do these days. We were reflecting on the world: conflicts, wars, genocides, ethnic cleansings—all these unbearable truths that seem to strip away any remaining hope. She confessed something that hit me hard: “I’m losing faith in humanity. I don’t see the point in what I’m doing anymore. It all feels so meaningless.”
It was raw. Painful. Familiar.
In that moment, I felt compelled to try again—not with logic or charts or technical talk, but with the only thing that still makes sense to me when faced with despair: hope.
So I said it, plainly: “Maybe you should give Bitcoin another try.”
I told her about the people I’ve met in the Bitcoin community—builders, thinkers, and dreamers who genuinely believe in a better world. People who pour their hearts into creating something uncorrupted, into solving humanity’s deepest problems, into reclaiming trust. I shared how Bitcoin isn’t just about money—it’s about hope. Hope that we can build a system immune to human corruption. Hope that we can strip power from those who exploit it. Hope that we can create a future where trust doesn’t have to be betrayed.
And for the first time, it clicked.
Her question was simple yet monumental: “Is it too late? Should I start now?”
“Yes,” I said. “Start now. Buy whatever amount you can. Begin studying, learning, and connecting with this movement. There’s a light here—a light we’ve been missing for far too long.”
That was it. A moment of resonance, born not out of persuasion but shared pain and shared hope. I watched her take her first step into Bitcoin, not as an investment, but as a belief in something bigger. Something better.
This experience taught me something profound: Bitcoin isn’t just a protocol. It’s a lifeline for those of us who refuse to give up. It’s a solution for a world plagued by corruption and despair. And it’s proof that hope, even in the smallest measure, still has the power to change hearts.
I’m grateful that I could help her see it. And I believe she’ll not only learn about Bitcoin, but also find connection, meaning, and purpose within this community of hope.
We don’t just orange-pill people. We offer them a chance to believe again.