I can’t shake this weird feeling off that I’ve been carrying lately.
Imagine you’ve been investing quietly into crypto for the past few years. Your friends and family might know something but they don’t really care much. They dismiss it like any other thing you’ve attempted in life and failed.
Until you wake up ‘one day’ and your net worth shows 6 figures. You’ve broken the curse. You are now the first millionaire in your family.
Nothing has really changed but out of a sudden, they ‘respect you’ and support you now more than ever. Out of a sudden you’re ‘important’ now.
But don’t change. Remain ‘small’ and humble. Multiple your wealth and keep grinding.
That ‘one day’ could happen to you this year, and I wish you this with all my heart.
the only consistently proven path to success is being completely delusional about your own abilities and refusing to let reality update your priors until the universe eventually gives up and lets you win. every founder who made it was told they were crazy. every artist who broke through was "unrealistic." every person who built something from nothing had friends and family genuinely concerned about their mental state. the "rational" people who "knew their limits" and "had realistic expectations" are all working for the delusional ones now. you literally cannot achieve anything extraordinary while maintaining an accurate assessment of your odds. the math never works. the market is always saturated. someone more qualified is always already doing it. if you actually internalized the statistics you would never start anything. success selection bias means we only hear from the delusion that worked out. but here's the thing - the cautious realistic people didn't make it either. they just failed quietly at things they didn't care about instead of loudly at things they loved. fake it till you make it isn't a hack. it's the whole game. you act like the person you want to become until your skills catch up to your confidence. there is no other way. the gap between who you are and who you're pretending to be is called growth. stay delusional.
Hey,
The hardest part about crypto isn't making money.
The hardest part is keeping it, growing it slowly like a smart and disciplined investor, without telling anyone you have money, staying humble, living a normal life, going to the gym, eating, watching movies, traveling, having friends, girlfriends, playing games, constantly reminding yourself that you're lucky and blessed,
Continuing to learn, and staying connected to God
Never stop in this life
Control ur mind my nigga. its the only thing u can control in this life
control ur lust. anger. emotions. everything
and when u do u will finally find out that it was you all along who kept fucking it up
not God. not ur parents. not the matrix. it was you nigga
take. control
@kilorippy thanks for tweeting this without the name or ticker ur actually goated for that. it’s probably the coolest thing ive seen in my life, you posted a crypto tweet on crypto twitter but you left out the name of the token. heroic. i love solving riddles thats fire bro thanks
Nobody cares about you. your parents probably weren’t successful because nobody cared about them either.
Nobody is going to show you how to make money. Not a course. Not a paid chat for 1 sol. Not some KOL.
The guide to wealth doesn’t exist. Not in books. Not online. NOWHERE.
If someone figured out a real method, it would be gatekept forever. The rich don’t teach you how to get rich. They never have. They never will.
Stop searching. Stop waiting.
Build your own guide. Fail. Learn. Adapt.
Own your success. Because nobody gives a fuck about you.
Thoughts.....
Too many trading posts from me lately, so I’ll share a thought I’ve been sitting with.
Universal Basic Income.
When it arrives, the one thing that matters is staying out of the UBI bracket. Once you’re inside, the system closes around you. What starts as a safety net turns into a permanent category.
I think within the next decade, AI will be running almost all forms of work....mental and physical.
White-collar analysis becomes machine inference, blue-collar execution shifts to robotics.
When machines outperform across both layers, the demand for human labor shrinks to a fraction of what it is today. That’s the moment the wealth gap stretches further than at any point in history.
We’ve already seen the pattern.
Every major leap created outsized fortunes for those who controlled it.
Railroads, steel, oil, automobiles, the telephone, computers, the internet, social media, even space, the owners of each new wave became richer than the owners of the last
AI will sit above all of them, because it doesn’t belong to one sector. It touches every sector at once, and it compounds across them. The owners of this stack will sit on levels of power no prior generation could even measure.
When that concentration hits, the pyramid collapses.
Two levels remain.
A narrow class of owners at the top, and the mass of people supported by UBI at the bottom.
The middle is erased.
And once you’re placed in the UBI bracket, escape is nearly impossible. The same class that distributes the checks will be the one that captured the upside, and their incentive will always be to stabilize, not to elevate.
That’s the part worth thinking about.
That's the scary part.
Today, meritocracy still moves the needle.
Work, skill, and initiative can still shift your position.
On the day UBI becomes the default, that movement ends. Even the exceptional will find their leverage gone, because the system has no need for it.
AI will displace the very idea that human contribution is necessary.
You still have a window where effort converts to mobility.
That window narrows as automation spreads and distribution centralizes.
Arrive to the next cycle with assets AIs amplify rather than replace......equity in real businesses, durable cash flow, proprietary data, distribution, strong networks, working capital.
This thought may feel extreme.
Use it as fuel, not as panic.
UBI is a bracket.
Build what keeps you out of it while the market still pays for human initiative.
Arrive as an owner, or arrive as inventory.