Squiggly lines be damned; I’ll stack through another winter if that’s what conviction demands. I’m not here to time waves on a chart; I’m here to build a foundation beneath them. You can’t fake me out when I’m not even playing your game. I’m not chasing green candles…I’m cultivating patience, purpose, and peace. Always needing more is a trap dressed as ambition. Gratitude doesn’t mean settling, it means recognizing the gift in the moment while still growing. This isn’t Groundhog Day. The cycles might rhyme, but I don’t expect repeats; I expect transformation. Every block is new. Every day, a fork in the path. I’m here for the becoming.

I’m always struck by the uncanny timing whales seem to have, like they’re reading from a script the rest of us haven’t seen. Sometimes I catch myself hoping the tide turns on them, that the game outsmarts even its best players. Occasionally, it does, but most of the time, I’m just left wondering if my stacking matters to anyone but me. Maybe that’s the point. Maybe it’s supposed to feel small. When you don’t have a money printer or inside information, conviction is your only edge. Whales may front run the headlines, nudge the market with a tweet or a billion dollar buy, but they still can’t touch what can’t be sold. They play for yield and exit liquidity. I stack for sovereignty. They win this round with their sleight of hand and leveraged schemes, but I don’t stack to win rounds. I stack to opt out of the game entirely, and you can’t shake someone who’s already let go.

You can’t control the supply you sell. You can only watch it slip from your hands, wondering later why it ever felt like yours to begin with. Call my conviction self interest or call it altruism…either way, you’re right. The line blurs when you build a future on something incorruptible. Maybe I want others to adopt it. Maybe I just want fewer people in the way. We’re still so early that most people think holding bitcoin makes them shareholders in a company, but Bitcoin doesn’t care what you hold…it doesn’t bend to influence. You could have ten times the sats, and it would still treat us the same: No board seats. No special access. Just rules and time. If you think a Bitcoiner needs exit liquidity, then go ahead and make me your exit. I’ll catch what you drop and thank you for the discount. I don’t follow the crowd. I don’t want votes, likes, or consensus. I want more bitcoin. Not because it’s going up, but because it’s the only thing that doesn’t ask me to trust.

You only bitchat the people closest to you but the people we need to bitchat are far away. You can only bitchat people within earshot yelling until your teeth turn blue. It’s free to bitchat people so bitchat people supporting the land of the fee. #Bitcoin

Something’s approaching Bitcoin: inevitable, maybe unstoppable. I can’t name it yet, but I can feel the gravity shifting, and whatever it is, I’ll be here for it. This isn’t a bluff or some hardened front. I’m just calm, because there’s no illusion to maintain, no game to play. There’s nothing up my sleeve because I’m not holding a trick…just Bitcoin, carved into the threads at the edge of my reality. Fiat price? Just a flickering signal in a system that’s always rewriting its own scoreboard. Watching Bitcoin through the lens of different currencies cracked something open for me: why anchor meaning to a sinking ship? Why favor one melting ice cube over another? 1 BTC is 1 BTC: truth doesn’t need translation.

I don’t need help stacking sats, but if I did, and I still believed in fiat wrapped exposure, I’d probably get exposure to a Bitcoin treasury, but honestly, I don’t see why I’d consider anything other than Strategy; Michael Saylor’s playbook is years ahead of the curve, and there’s a lot of catching up to do. I might not know how to value a Bitcoin treasury in fiat terms, but I do know how to value Bitcoin. 1 BTC = 1 BTC. Everything else is just noise.

When I think of fiat, I picture a beautiful house: well decorated, functional, even inviting. To most people, it feels perfectly fine, but beneath the surface, the foundation is cracked. The floors are subtly unlevel. You might not notice it at first, but over time, it begins to affect your balance. You can’t quite place it, but something feels off, and then one day, the entire structure collapses, not because the house was ugly or poorly furnished, but because what it stood on was fatally flawed. People will still say, “But the house looked fine!” Exactly. That’s the danger. Nothing can remain better than what it’s built on, and once people understand what can be built on Bitcoin, a foundation rooted in incorruptible truth and mathematical certainty, the contrast becomes undeniable.

@Jor made an incredible video inspired by my post about Bitcoin eventually becoming old money, and why that future is so deeply inspiring. I was moved enough to share it on my normie socials and even with my family. My mom, of all people, posted it on Facebook. Now she’s asking me when to buy. That’s a tough question. She wants to lump sum…meanwhile, I’m a DCA guy through and through. I can’t call bottoms. I couldn’t even do it when Bitcoin was in the $15.5k–$16k range. I didn’t start sounding hyper bullish in my posts until we were back at $20k. So how could I tell her now is the time? And just as I’m navigating that, I’ve got friends hitting me with the classic: “How high do you realistically think Bitcoin can go?” So I gave them my honest answer. It’s a long one, but I felt like the thought thread was clean. I’d genuinely love constructive feedback: If it’s not $26 million per coin by 2045, I’ll be shocked. I don’t think Bitcoin ever tops out like a typical asset. It’s not some pump and dump altcoin with one final blowoff top. It’s a living, growing organism. It’s a black hole for monetary energy. The dollar, by contrast, is broken. Since the creation of the Federal Reserve in 1913, it’s lost over 99.9% of its purchasing power. We still measure everything in dollars, and that makes us slaves to a system that’s intentionally inflating away the value of our labor and time. I believe we’re heading toward a point where Bitcoin becomes worth infinity dollars; not because Bitcoin rises infinitely, but because the dollar falls infinitely. One is programmed for scarcity and truth, the other for debasement and decay. Eventually, no one will trade Bitcoin for dollars because the dollar will be seen for what it is: a melting ice cube. The nature of exponential decay (fiat) and exponential growth (Bitcoin) sets us up for a hockey stick moment; an inflection point where the old system collapses faster than most expect and the new one becomes undeniable. What’s wild is that no one knows how far this can go. It’s already beyond what many imagined. And the mystery of Bitcoin’s creation only deepens its gravity. Satoshi didn’t just create the hardest money ever…he vanished without a trace in a world governed by total surveillance. That alone is a feat on par with the invention itself. His understanding of economics, cryptography, computer science, game theory, and geopolitics in 2008 was decades ahead of its time. You can’t fork that level of genius. You can’t recreate the immaculate conception. The network effect is sealed, and Bitcoin’s cultural and technical gravity only strengthens with time. At this point, the most logical explanations for Satoshi’s identity sound like science fiction: God, hyper intelligent extraterrestrials, a genius time traveler from a dystopian future… Regardless of who…or what he was, I believe Bitcoin is the first true shot humanity has had in generations at self sovereignty. A peaceful revolution encoded in math. It’s not just a hedge. It’s not just money. It’s a key. A way out of the modern chains we’ve grown complicit with.

I can say with bold confidence that I have no idea what comes next, and that’s exactly the point. Conviction doesn’t require certainty; it only requires clarity of purpose. I’m not here to speculate. I’m here to stack. Every dip is a win because it buys more future. Every pump is a win because it proves the thesis. Either way, I stay the course. In a world defined by volatility, I don’t chase critical levels; I acknowledge only current ones. The signal is not in the noise, but in how consistently you show up despite it.

America was founded on the promise of freedom: economic, personal, and political. Yet its resistance to Bitcoin, the most potent form of freedom money, reveals just how far we’ve drifted from those founding ideals. The land of the free now fears the implications of financial sovereignty. Fiat is a form of controlled chaos engineered, manipulated, and endlessly diluted. It offers the illusion of stability while quietly eroding the foundations of value, trust, and time. Bitcoin, on the other hand, is constructive chaos. It doesn’t pretend to eliminate volatility; it embraces it as the price of truth and freedom. Where fiat destroys from the inside out, Bitcoin refines. You can manage chaos for a while, but you cannot control the infinite, and that’s exactly what Bitcoin represents: a naturally ordered form of monetary entropy that resists capture, coercion, and decay. It balances chaos with code, unpredictability with discipline. In that balance, there is hope; not for perfection, but for a system aligned with reality. Bitcoin won’t fix the world because it’s perfect. It will fix the world because it refuses to lie.

There will come a day when Bitcoin is considered old money: established, trusted, and quietly powerful. I look forward to that era, not because the volatility will be gone, but because it will mean the visionaries I follow today, many of whom feel like modern day Gatsbys, will have reshaped the very meaning of wealth. But unlike Gatsby, their pursuits aren’t hollow. The things being built, bought, and created in this movement aren’t meant to fill a void; they’re meant to enrich the human experience. To express freedom, creativity, and sovereignty. Volatility, for all its discomforts, breeds character. It filters out the faint hearted and forces introspection. In a world increasingly defined by conformity and algorithmic sameness, Bitcoin culture feels like a magnet for individuals, real ones. The kind of people who refuse to be molded into templates. We’re living through a profound shift in perception: Bitcoin is no longer dismissed as a threat or a joke; it’s beginning to be recognized as something far more resilient, elegant, and powerful than most could’ve imagined, and witnessing that transformation in real time is nothing short of inspiring.

With Block’s recent addition, there are now three companies in the S&P 500 that hold Bitcoin; a subtle but significant milestone, and I’m bullish that this number will grow. We’ve come a long way from Bitcoin’s early days, but somehow it still feels like we’re at the very beginning of a much larger shift. A shift not just in markets, but in mindset, infrastructure, and how capital allocators think about long term resilience. Block may not have the market cap of Tesla or Coinbase, but its inclusion matters for a different reason. Unlike the others, Block is led by someone I’d actually consider a Bitcoiner. Jack Dorsey isn’t hedging, he’s building for a Bitcoin future. What’s most remarkable is that even conservative, index bound investors are now gaining indirect exposure to Bitcoin; often without even realizing it, and if that much can happen from just three companies, imagine what it will look like when a company like Strategy makes its way into the index. A true stacking machine, structurally embedded in mainstream portfolios.

I remember when Bitcoin was sitting at $15k and everyone swore we were headed to $12k. Turns out they were just missing a zero. Price is less a prediction tool and more of a Richter scale; testing the strength of your conviction. Psychological barriers aren’t real walls; they’re just thresholds that separate those with durable hands from those without. Bitcoin is like a volatile symphony. The notes may repeat, but the progression is never quite the same. Every pump, every correction, every discount; I’m here for it. Singing along with the rhythm, not fighting the music. The fact that Bitcoin climbed from less than a penny to $120,000 in just 16 years isn’t just historical, it’s a preview. A warning shot. A sign of the absurdities still to come in a world trying to price something truly scarce for the first time.

There is no alternative to the alternative. The very terms altcoin and altseason are misleading, probably by design. They suggest a legitimate parallel to Bitcoin, when in reality, most so called alternatives exist primarily as distractions, driven by marketing cycles rather than monetary breakthroughs. A more accurate name might be paid shill season or advertising pump season, because that’s what most of it is; carefully timed hype cycles manufactured to benefit insiders at the expense of the uninformed. Imagine if Satoshi had stuck around to time every top with a new announcement and every bottom with a buy in. That’s the role many paid promoters now play, posing as thought leaders while quietly cashing in. The irony is that the most aggressively promoted alternative hasn’t even broken its 2021 all time high, and it still hasn’t been surpassed. That alone speaks volumes about the state of the broader crypto ecosystem: it’s not innovation driving it, but orchestration. On a different note, my grandfather once gave me a piece of financial wisdom: take bigger risks in your youth, then become more conservative as you age. The logic is simple: the less time you have, the less risk you can afford to carry. What struck me about this advice wasn’t just the math, but the time dimension of risk. Risk isn’t merely about money; it’s about how much time you have to recover or compound. He probably meant a traditional glide path: something like going from a 60/40 stock-bond allocation to 40/60, but for me, that framework doesn’t quite fit. I think in terms of Bitcoin, then more Bitcoin. If diminishing returns prove to be real, I may never need to rebalance, but I don’t think I’d ever truly rebalance out of it, even if we hit a hockey stick moment and I’m 95, because at that point, it’s not just a trade…it’s a legacy. When I imagine the world after 2140, when the last satoshi is mined, I wonder how future generations will perceive the opportunity we had. Maybe Bitcoin will trade like a hybrid between a monetary metal and a high growth tech sector or maybe something entirely new. Either way, I hope that when my descendants look back, they’ll see the risk I took not just as an investment choice, but as an invitation to think for themselves and take meaningful risks of their own.

I like Bitcoin because I don’t need to speculate on its fiat price. Its value proposition isn’t rooted in short term price action, but in the long term strength of its monetary policy; one that’s more transparent, predictable, and disciplined than fiat currencies or even gold. That alone gives me confidence in its ability to preserve and grow purchasing power over time. When it comes to forecasting the future, I remain skeptical…whether it’s humans or artificial intelligence attempting to do so. AIs, at their core, are still built from human data and shaped by human biases. They may be faster or more consistent, but they’re not inherently more clairvoyant. I choose to live a life grounded in appreciation rather than prediction. Gratitude isn’t a guess; it’s an acknowledgment of what’s already true and meaningful in my life. That perspective gives me clarity no model or forecast ever could. So while I don’t pretend to know exactly what Bitcoin’s future looks like, I’m comfortable saying this much: I believe it’s going to be extraordinarily bright. Not because I’ve run the numbers, but because I understand the principles, and I’ve seen what it inspires.

I’ve always been wildly optimistic about Bitcoin, and so far, it’s never let me down the way so many warned it would. That said, it’s no longer everything to me. There was a time when I wrapped my whole identity in it; when being the Bitcoin guy felt like a mission, but eventually, that began to feel like a LARP. No one’s personality should be defined by a protocol. Bitcoin resonated with me not because it gave me purpose, but because I already had a deep sense of purpose; it just helped refine it. Bitcoin has absolutely changed me for the better, but one of its most profound lessons is that there are no idols, only peers. Everyone is on their own journey toward a better, more sovereign version of themselves. I stopped looking up and started looking around. I’ve always said: Don’t get so caught up in where you’re coming from that you forget where we’re going…but now I’d add: Don’t get so caught up in where you’re going that you forget where you are. This moment, right now, is all we ever actually have. It’s a gift, and it’s not cliché to call it the present. Watching others grow, age, and evolve reminds me that, no matter how different our backgrounds or beliefs, we all share the same finite path through time. That realization grounds me. I’m not sure whether I believe in coincidence, or whether it even matters. What I do know is that every experience, no matter how small, is uniquely yours. You’re the only one who witnessed it from your exact vantage point, and if something so fleeting and seemingly random can still feel significant, maybe it is, maybe that’s enough. I’ve never really felt like an insider. I’ve always seen myself as someone on the outside looking in, but I’ve come to see that as a strength, not a flaw. I don’t fit in a box, and I don’t try to. I’ve met others along the way who feel the same, and those have become some of my closest connections: people too real, too layered, to be easily categorized. I don’t think I’ll ever stop stacking sats or self custodying what I earn. Maybe that means I’m leaving gains on the table in some metaphorical sense, but I sleep easy knowing I’m in control of what matters most to me. All in all, this has been the most fun and meaningful experiment of my life: Can I live on a Bitcoin standard? Will my life improve because of it? Yes and yes. Bitcoin taught me to prioritize what truly matters: my family, my normie friends, and this community, people who challenge, inspire, and walk this road beside me. I’m rooting for all of you. Whatever path you’re on, I hope today is a good day. Keep going.

In case you were wondering, altseason is only a season for fiat minded speculators. It refers to a brief window where so called alternatives to Bitcoin appear to outperform it, but only when you cherry pick the timeframes and the data. Even then, the outperformance rarely holds. In the long run, everything bleeds against Bitcoin. The proof is in the charts, the returns, and the wreckage. These aren’t real alternatives; they’re parasites. They feed off Bitcoin’s credibility and momentum while luring in the uninformed with promises of higher gains. It’s not innovation, it’s opportunism. Be cautious. Hype fueled by over optimism is a dangerous drug. If you’re not an insider, you’re the exit liquidity. The odds of making it during altseason might be worse than those at your local casino, but every time, there’s a new crowd convinced this is the cycle that will dethrone Bitcoin. Spoiler: it never is. The only thing truly consistent about altseason is the rug pull waiting at the end.