It’s interesting how adversity can dilute effort, until urgency restores clarity. When something truly matters, we summon depth we thought we lacked. Perhaps the obstacle was never the work, but the weight we carried into it.
A weak currency isn’t good or bad by itself.
It’s a mirror.
It rewards those plugged into global value flows and punishes those locked into local income.
That’s why exchange rates feel unfair, they don’t measure effort, they measure position.
Crazy that value can move across the world in minutes, no banks, no borders, no permission.
Just math, code, and a receipt that can’t lie.
Once you really sit with that, money never looks the same again.
Had the opportunity to visit most secondary schools in Machakos County. It reminded me that privilege often feels normal to those who have it. A national school education is a blessing.
Funny how the most remote places have the best views, while the most expensive modern estates are built right next to slums. Perspective really is priceless.
Sometimes you stake everything and lose it all; other times, the same courage multiplies your return. Life is no different—progress belongs to those who accept risk as the price of becoming.
She will be better off to accept $1m today, ape bitcoin (or BNB), then spend $1k each week for the rest of her life, with millions left over.
Will be clear in a few years.
Assume she lives 100 more years, she gets $5m (no inflation). Today: BTC $90k, BNB $865. Let's 👀