Just got back from my monthly Bitcoin meetup.
Two events just blew my mind wide open ๐คฏ.
1. "You saved my life. Thank you."
A guy I'd never met said this to me and shook my hand!
I'd recommended the Freedomia card in our group chat, and it turns out he is a poker player who withdraws winnings in Bitcoin and needs to spend non-KYC.
I've never even used the card, but he says it helps him live life.
2. A 21-year-old asked me what I do in Bitcoin.
"Write articles, edit books, do marketing work for companies," I said.
"And you can earn more than 1,000 euros a month doing that?" he asked.
I swallowed and thought how to answer.
"Yes, I make more than 1000 euros a month."
I know he is young. He has studied in Canarias, and that is his only measure for success, but fuck...
That's the only yardstick for success. Earning so little, you couldn't even rent a room in a mid-sized American city?
I struggled to expand on my answer. I wanted to tell him he could do whatever he wanted. Not to think in fiat terms, let alone those defined by small-minded, big-government pencil pushers.
This guy wasn't even Spanish.
Surely he was not this captured aged 21.
But yes.
Walking back home, that conversation replayed again and again. It wiped put the great chats, laughs, and new members that arrived.
Someone who knows what Bitcoin is dreams of a chill life living off the state and paying back 1,000 cuckbucks per month.
Fuck.
Just fuck...
God damn, it's bleak for most people.
This is why we build communities.
To do the work and slowly change minds.
To expand our horizons together.
Sometimes it's easy.
You change someone's life with a link.
Other times, it's brutally slow, and when you go to speak, nothing comes out.