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Someone zapped me 420 sats yesterday and I felt like I won the lottery. Told my wife about it at dinner like I had been given a bonus at work. nostr has made me the social equivalent of homeless and honestly I'm ok with it

Thank you, @Flobstr ! Achievement unlocked 🙏🙏🙏

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For those who prefer to listen: View quoted note → View quoted note →

You're walking on a bridge your ancestors built with their own bones, and you don't even look down. Consider: every person alive today descends from an unbroken chain of survivors stretching back tens of thousands of years. Every single link in that chain survived war, famine, plague, drought, and persecution long enough to reproduce. One break—one disease, one famine, one winter too cold—and you don't exist. The math alone is staggering. This isn't patriotism. Flags didn't feed your bloodline. Constitutions didn't birth your grandmother. The real architects of your life are the unnamed: the mother who nursed through starvation, the farmer who planted seeds during drought on faith alone, the inventor with no school and raw ore. They played a game with loaded dice and still beat the house. Why? Because they invested in a future they'd never cash in on. They built for their children, not themselves. Then somewhere along the line, we swapped inheritance for consumption. We stopped planting shade trees we'd never sit under. We turned inward—our careers, our comfort, our curated feeds—while the foundation quietly rotted beneath us. A house doesn't thank its foundation. But when the foundation cracks, the house falls. Your forefathers are that foundation. Every breath you take is interest on their investment. The least you can do is acknowledge the debt.

“Nothing” is often what I look forward to more than most events, even. View quoted note →