I’m in Sweden.
Somewhere south of Gothenburg.
I‘m hitchhiking through the galaxy, but I don’t really know where I’m going.
I guess today is a forced break from eventful days before.
I’m sitting in a tiny cozy shelter next to a lake.
A family of geese is feeding just in front of me. It rains. I don’t want to hike for 1h through the rain towards the highway, getting there completely soaked would be devastating to the tiny reserves I have left.
I’m exhausted.
Emotionally, physically, spiritually.
I’m grieving.
A person I’ve lost, a person I was becoming, a person that felt like homecoming.
Being alone in nature feels wholesome after having hundreds of shallow, yet fun interactions with humans throughout the last weeks.
I am alone. I don’t know if I feel lonely. I would like to share this moment with someone, I guess that’s why I’m writing to you.
The raindrops that keep falling in front of me are a good reflection of my emotional state.
I’m living at the bare minimum in a society that doesn’t grasp its standards are way out of line.
Living on a Bitcoin standard has its trade-offs.
It rewards you deeply in connection, intuition, bravery and confidence, yet it strips you from comfort, convenience and participation in many areas of life.
I don’t know for how long I will be able to continue making this sacrifice.
I don’t know if I’m loosing or winning.
I don’t know if it matters either.
I do know that I have the ability to love deeply.
I do know that I have the ability to deal with adversity.
I do know that I have the tools, the network and the resources to build towards a better future.
Yet on days like these I’m just a lonely Statue of Liberty, lost in the woods, grieving the love I wanted to give, wishing I was able to connect the dots forwards instead of backwards, wishing I was able to connect the dots.
To build a network of people that is powerful enough to tumble the existing systems of oppression and replace them with liberating systems of compassion.
I guess love is the cure, but did you ever love me? - Not sure.
Somewhere south of Gothenburg.
I‘m hitchhiking through the galaxy, but I don’t really know where I’m going.
I guess today is a forced break from eventful days before.
I’m sitting in a tiny cozy shelter next to a lake.
A family of geese is feeding just in front of me. It rains. I don’t want to hike for 1h through the rain towards the highway, getting there completely soaked would be devastating to the tiny reserves I have left.
I’m exhausted.
Emotionally, physically, spiritually.
I’m grieving.
A person I’ve lost, a person I was becoming, a person that felt like homecoming.
Being alone in nature feels wholesome after having hundreds of shallow, yet fun interactions with humans throughout the last weeks.
I am alone. I don’t know if I feel lonely. I would like to share this moment with someone, I guess that’s why I’m writing to you.
The raindrops that keep falling in front of me are a good reflection of my emotional state.
I’m living at the bare minimum in a society that doesn’t grasp its standards are way out of line.
Living on a Bitcoin standard has its trade-offs.
It rewards you deeply in connection, intuition, bravery and confidence, yet it strips you from comfort, convenience and participation in many areas of life.
I don’t know for how long I will be able to continue making this sacrifice.
I don’t know if I’m loosing or winning.
I don’t know if it matters either.
I do know that I have the ability to love deeply.
I do know that I have the ability to deal with adversity.
I do know that I have the tools, the network and the resources to build towards a better future.
Yet on days like these I’m just a lonely Statue of Liberty, lost in the woods, grieving the love I wanted to give, wishing I was able to connect the dots forwards instead of backwards, wishing I was able to connect the dots.
To build a network of people that is powerful enough to tumble the existing systems of oppression and replace them with liberating systems of compassion.
I guess love is the cure, but did you ever love me? - Not sure.
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