Liberation Day Tariffs are shaking the market, because nothing says “freedom” like restricting free trade. It makes sense…if you don’t think about it. April 2nd is the big day, too serious for April Fools, but still absurd in its own right. While consumer confidence hits a 14 year low, I see the inverse. People aren’t losing faith in the economy; they’re waking up to the need for a fair system: one that isn’t designed to grind them into dust. And I’m not alone. CryptoQuant data shows addresses quietly stacking sats amid the chaos. Do they know something others don’t? Yes. Bitcoin. Tariffs come and go. Markets panic and recover. But Bitcoin remains. Worst case? When the dust settles, Bitcoin will still be here. The only thing that won’t be? Cheap sats.

Recession fears are everywhere, but every time I buy more sats, my worries fade. When Bitcoin’s price dips, it doesn’t shake me; it drives me to be more productive, to earn more, and to hold stronger. Bitcoin is one of the purest pricing mechanisms we have, and by following its incentives, we don’t just protect our wealth, we help build a more efficient and honest world. Yes, Bitcoin is unpredictable. But I’d rather align my destiny with its outcome than be tethered to a system designed to fail. Inflation isn’t accidental, and it sure as hell isn’t necessary. Rebellion isn’t reckless, it’s rational. The wealth gap is widening, and the debt trap is deeper than ever. Education shouldn’t cost six figures. Action is always an option, but opportunity is slipping away. The clock is ticking; what are you waiting for?

I stayed productive this week. I got “lucky” and stacked the “dip”. Did I time it perfectly? No. But luck favors those who are always prepared. Since my initial discovery of the world’s greatest treasure, I’ve built my life in a way that ensures I can acquire Bitcoin consistently; sometimes at a discount, but always increasing my exposure. Nothing has changed for me. The people panicking right now are sprinting full speed with their faces inches from the ground, obsessed with every short-term move, blind to the bigger picture. Look up. Widen your time horizon. Slow down. Enjoy life. Because if your vision is too narrow, you’ll miss the very future you’re racing toward.

Are the four year cycles already behind us? Does an unusually modest bull run erase the possibility of a true bear market? I’ve always been a permabull, but I never expected so many people, institutions, and companies to start thinking the same. Bitcoin’s history is a cycle of struggle and triumph. Its weakest moments have often been the foundation for its greatest victories. It has always been three parts hope, one part despair; a delicate balance that fuels conviction. But what happens when despair fades? Does hope lose its meaning, its edge? Perhaps. When the fight feels easier, it’s easy to forget why we fight at all. But that’s when gratitude matters most, because Bitcoin’s greatest test isn’t survival. It’s whether we remember what made it necessary in the first place.

We caught a glimpse of Bitcoin’s future, true financial freedom, but it seems that moment was just foreshadowing. Now, we veer off course, drifting back toward fiat in a stablecoin illusion, trading self sovereignty for the comfort of familiarity. Who really benefits from this so called practicality? The everyday consumer? The bureaucratic overlords? Surely not freethinking individuals. Surely not quality. Bitcoin bows to no one. It’s not designed for those who seek control; it’s built for those who seek freedom. Why tether yourself to a dying dollar when Bitcoin’s volatility is a heartbeat, a signal of life, while fiat’s slow decline is the silence of a deathbed? Fiat has always been a mirage. I choose to walk the path of truth, no matter how uncertain, because real sovereignty is worth the risk.

Bitcoin or bust: it’s been that way for half a decade. I just thought there’d be more busting. I’ve stacked every single week I’ve been paid, and I’ll probably keep doing it for decades. There’s no scenario: no crash, no regulation, no mainstream skepticism that could make me stop. The path is straight and narrow, but the bumps along the way aren’t obstacles; they’re lessons. Watching my portfolio drop is surreal. Watching it stop dropping and push higher is even crazier. But the numbers don’t change the mission. All I want is more sats; everything else is either a bonus or a test of my conviction. The hardest part isn’t the volatility or the patience. It’s making sure that as Bitcoin hardens, so do you.

If life is a simulation, then Bitcoin’s price isn’t just a number; it’s a pulse, the heartbeat of the collective human consciousness stirring from a deep slumber. For centuries, society has been trapped in a dream: lulled by consumerism, by fiat illusions, by a system designed to keep value fleeting and obedience automatic. But something is changing. The price of Bitcoin isn’t simply rising; people are waking up. The slow, uneven rhythm of this awakening is visible in every cycle: euphoria and despair, conviction and doubt, each movement a test of who truly understands. This process isn’t instant. Awakening never is. Some resist, clinging to old systems, mistaking the shadows for reality. Others glimpse the truth but fear the consequences. Yet, step by step, block by block, the world is shifting. Bitcoin is more than an asset; it’s proof of awareness, a beacon signaling that people are beginning to question what once seemed unquestionable. And in that realization lies the paradox: Bitcoin doesn’t rise because people speculate. Bitcoin rises because people understand. The more they grasp its purpose, the more they recognize its necessity. The illusion of control weakens, and something real takes its place. If this truly is a simulation, then Bitcoin is the glitch. A crack in the facade, revealing the path to something more. The question isn’t whether the awakening will continue. The question is how many will choose to see.

It’s fascinating, and a little unsettling, that Satoshi Nakamoto remains entirely anonymous. In an age where privacy is nearly impossible to maintain, the idea that someone so impactful could vanish without a trace is almost supernatural. Yet, unless he passed away, Satoshi is still out there, living an ordinary life, blending into the fabric of society, perhaps walking past us without a second glance. I often wonder what that life must look like. How does the most selfless innovator of our time: someone who created a technology that reshaped the very concept of money, then walked away from unimaginable wealth, spend his days? A mind like that doesn’t simply go idle. He must be working on something, something significant. Perhaps he never even stopped working on Bitcoin, guiding its evolution from the shadows, his influence unseen but ever-present. And yet, there’s a paradox here. The very act of remaining unknown is what keeps Bitcoin decentralized, pure, untainted by human fallibility. If Satoshi’s identity were revealed, he would become the figurehead he deliberately avoided becoming: his words scrutinized, his intentions debated, his creation distorted by the weight of personality. Maybe the greatest gift he ever gave Bitcoin wasn’t the code itself, but his own absence. In that sense, my unanswered questions might be a blessing. Some mysteries serve a higher purpose by remaining unsolved.

The debt always comes due. Making money easier makes getting scammed inevitable; it’s just balance correcting itself. But that balance is brutal. It takes low morals to exploit, yet those left holding the bag aren’t always the ones who made the mess. Generations accumulate debts, and whether fair or not, someone always pays the piper. Would scammers be so prevalent if the world were closer to a utopia? And would the world be closer to a utopia if older generations hadn’t borrowed from the future? I feel for those who get taken advantage of, but coming from a generation constantly called lazy by boomers, I have to ask: why do you put in so little into preventing yourself from getting scammed? Seems like one of the main threats when it comes to unfortunate circumstances that don’t involve health. Not every boomer is to blame, and they weren’t handed prosperity out of pure greed; their standard of living was built on the shoulders of those before them. Younger generations can’t relate. The time, thought, and resources invested in their future have been inadequate at best. Bitcoin is both gold and fire: an unstoppable force that can build or destroy, depending on how it’s wielded. There’s no such thing as “unburned.” Burned is burned. When wealth starts melting like ice cubes, people will go to extreme lengths to survive. Who’s to blame for the scams? Everyone involved; plus the economic landscape that made desperation so profitable. I don’t believe the elderly will be bled dry, but I’m also not shocked when money of no merit becomes someone else’s meritless money. Maybe younger generations aren’t underpaid, maybe the past just overpaid itself. If that’s the case, then the expectation to keep receiving far more than was given starts to look absurd. So stop reminding us we’ll never retire. If you really believe we’re lazy, come out of retirement yourself. See what you’re worth in the world you’ve left behind.