Since my son was born, there have been two big life upgrades that significantly increased my happiness.
One was when he weaned at 2.5, and the other was about 6 months ago at 3.5, when he finally started speaking English to me.
It's actually quite hard, especially on an emotional level, when your own child speaks to you in a language you only half speak.
Of course I never loved him any less for it, but I feel like our connection has deepened so much more now that we can communicate more fully and it makes my heart glad ❤️
This might actually be one of the aspects that scares me the most...
That there are things happening at a technical level that I don't fully understand and all I can do is hope that there are enough good people who love Bitcoin for the same reasons I do who can prevent its corruption
Recently, my spirit has been in full revolt against the system we’re caught in. I’m awake, I’m aware, and I’m building the exit — even if I’m not fully out yet.
But I’ve completely lost the ability to play along.
Recently, as my son turned 4, I’ve felt time slipping away like never before. I feel the weight of what’s being stolen from us — our time, our energy, precious moments with our loved ones — all to prop up a cult of satanic paedophiles who see us as little more than livestock.
I have known this for a long time, but I ignored it because I wished it were not true.
I know that if I don’t do everything I can to free myself and future generations, it would feel like I sold my own child into slavery.
So that’s where I’m at. I’m pissed off. And I’m not playing anymore.