This is a rough cycle. Mentally as far as I'm concerned we haven't had a a bull market since 2017. 7 years of meaningless chop ....as always there's light at the end of the tunnel, but just when I think we're reaching the end, we round another corner.
Not sure if other hodlers are like me, but I find it difficult to live in the moment. I do my best, but it's almost as if my life is on hold until we have a raging bull market. There are places I want to travel, a home I want to build, but instead I'm stacking and waiting, and the years are going by.
My first child was born around the last bull market, I've spent the majority of their life obsessed with bitcoin, stacking sats, and waiting for our "real life" to start. I still think I've been a good husband and father, but I know I could be better. Unable to ever fully be present, that nagging hope of a better future always in the back of my mind.
As bitcoin cascades down today in yet another liquidation wick, I can't help but reflect on the past. Perhaps we're all destined to be Moses, wandering the desert for 40 years, the imperfect saviors of our individual tribes. We'll be remembered, but only our children will ever reach the promise land. Could be worse I suppose. I still don't think that's very likely, I think we very well might be rounding that final corner of the tunnel, but I'm trying to come to terms with the fact that that might not be true. Perhaps there's another 33 years of wandering.
Not sure if other hodlers are like me, but I find it difficult to live in the moment. I do my best, but it's almost as if my life is on hold until we have a raging bull market. There are places I want to travel, a home I want to build, but instead I'm stacking and waiting, and the years are going by.
My first child was born around the last bull market, I've spent the majority of their life obsessed with bitcoin, stacking sats, and waiting for our "real life" to start. I still think I've been a good husband and father, but I know I could be better. Unable to ever fully be present, that nagging hope of a better future always in the back of my mind.
As bitcoin cascades down today in yet another liquidation wick, I can't help but reflect on the past. Perhaps we're all destined to be Moses, wandering the desert for 40 years, the imperfect saviors of our individual tribes. We'll be remembered, but only our children will ever reach the promise land. Could be worse I suppose. I still don't think that's very likely, I think we very well might be rounding that final corner of the tunnel, but I'm trying to come to terms with the fact that that might not be true. Perhaps there's another 33 years of wandering.
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