I started investing with five dollar buys of alternative assets three years ago because I literally had nothing. Figured if I was able to buy doritos I was able to buy crypto.
Money is printing in my sleep now and life has never felt more insane.
Life is a compendium of organized systems repairing themselves within concentrated baths of heat as they resist the entropy surrounding them.
Life is order. Life is structure. Order is growth’s great precursor.
That which is most adaptable to change while remaining in order is more inclined to maintain the bath and thus facilitate the proliferation of life.
It’s order as much as it’s resistance.
As I type this now I feel the battle to maintain order within myself weigh heavily on other aspects of my consciousness. A series of stranger things have led me to a most inconvenient truth: I never really had it.
My emotional scape is strewn with miles of anxiety. Anxiety about releasing myself from the demeaning act of selling time for pennies to a deeply problematic capitalistic entity greater than myself because I’ll have to rely on myself.
Anxiety about whether I can muster/maintain personal order to live and speak the language of free men.
Anxiety as I wonder if the rabbit hole actually is a black hole. Am I touching it? Am I close? Who will I become at it’s end?
There’s a mantra I repeat to myself when my voice is shaking and my hand is not steady:
I am that which moves man and earth
The catalyst
The spark
I am the blade carving a path through the darkness of the unknown
And in my wake stand those far greater than I
My goal is not to be the first
But to expand the spectrum of humanity’s possibilities through my actions
Give me some time. I’ll come around this week.
There will be order.
