We grew up with crashes.
Dot-com. 9/11. 2008. Pandemic.
Every time we tried to stand up, the floor moved again.
So when Bitcoin came around,
we listened — not because we trusted it,
but because we trusted almost nothing else.
My first paycheck felt like sand.
Bills. Rent. Groceries. Gone in a breath.
Savings? That was for rich people.
So when someone said “You can store your money in Bitcoin,”
I laughed — and then listened.
It wasn’t about investing.
It was about escaping.
The banks didn’t feel like home.
The stock market felt rigged.
Even the news felt filtered.
Bitcoin didn’t promise to fix it.
But it didn’t lie either.
It was volatile — but honest.
Risky — but open.
Like checking live odds on 안전한카지노,
or flipping between scores on 온라인카지노,
we knew it wasn’t safe.
But it felt real.
Some friends lost everything.
Some made enough to move out.
Most of us?
We just learned.
About risk. About timing. About ourselves.
Bitcoin wasn’t just a currency.
It was a reaction —
to the uncertainty we were raised in.
Maybe Bitcoin isn’t the answer.
But maybe we’re not looking for answers anymore.
Maybe we’re just looking for something that doesn’t pretend to be safe —
because we never were.