At this point, I think we all know.
The financial freedom.
The generational wealth.
The revolution.
The promises of a better future.
None of that shit happened for most people.
Year after year, we kept believing. Another cycle. Another narrative. Another opportunity. Another lie.
And somewhere along the way, they didn't just take our money.
They took our time, our health, our peace of mind, our relationships, and years of our lives we'll never get back.
The cruelest part?
They sold us the dream of escaping the system while building an even better system to exploit us.
We thought we were investing in our future.
Turns out, we were financing theirs.
♟️🃏🦋
Everyone is an activist and a rebel until they get a taste of real money.
Then you see who they really are.
The real ones don’t let money compromise them.
And there are very few of them out there.
I grew up on an internet where Anonymous was challenging governments, hacktivists were exposing corruption, and cypherpunks were writing code to undermine centralized power.
Now I watch Bitcoiners celebrate getting invited into the institutions those people wanted to make obsolete.
It’s surreal.
We went from “information wants to be free” to paid newsletters.
From challenging surveillance to accepting it as the price of compliance.
From fuck-you money to “look how many billionaires own Bitcoin.”
From questioning the monetary system to cheering for dollar stablecoins and Wall Street adoption.
And apparently, if you still care about the political and philosophical principles behind this technology, you’re being divisive.
I remember when being divisive toward concentrated power was the entire point.
The early internet wasn’t perfect. Neither were the hacktivists. But at least they understood something we’ve almost forgotten:
The goal wasn’t to become powerful enough to sit beside the people controlling the system.
The goal was to build a world where nobody had that kind of power over you.
We didn’t lose the technology.
We lost the audacity.
One of the darkest things in crypto is watching people with mental illness pretend that they hate someone while they are literally betting on their projects to succeed on an open public blockchain.
And even spending money to label it and make it even more clear they are a fan.
One of the darkest things in crypto is watching people lose everything while the person they trusted keeps living like nothing happened.
No accountability. No transparency. No answers.
Just endless promises, recycled narratives, and a community too emotionally invested to accept what might have happened.
Some lost their savings. Some lost their families.
Some lost their mental health.Some lost years they'll never get back.
And the people demanding answers?
Blocked. Silenced. Called FUDders.
Here's the brutal truth
A community isn't a family just because someone calls it one.
Loyalty isn't proof of legitimacy. And silence isn't innocence.
If you can spend years asking people to trust you, you can spend five minutes explaining where their money went.
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One of my best friends is very unusual in that he seems to basically be good at every possible thing a man could be good at.
Legit EVERYTHING.
He has no idea that basically everyone else struggles with things he does with ease.
It’s so easy to take out blessings for granted.
I am a very confident person.
And even after all the things I’ve been through and overcome, I still feel DEEPLY insecure. And struggle with my own self esteem.
I cannot even imagine the level of insecurity people deal with who haven’t done any work on it at all.
It’s intense.
The majority of crypto participants are unconsciously afraid to actually “make it”.
Because once you make it, you have no excuses for the shortcomings in your life.
It’s easy to hide behind those excuses all our lives.