Bitcoin was never just about money. It was a rebellion: we’re done trusting broken systems. We left fiat finance. But we brought fiat habits with us. We still outsource our worth. Still perform for approval. Still grind for peace, numb out at night, and wonder why nothing feels better. We stacked the money. But didn’t secure the foundation that underpins a good life that truly feels free. That’s the real risk. We’re building generational wealth on top of emotional chaos, fragile marriages, and stress we rarely talk about. We can’t be sovereign if we’re still stuck in patterns that own us. There’s a better way. Not therapy. Not self-help. Just men doing the work we’ve avoided for years. telling the truth, feeling what’s real, getting free on the inside. That’s Proof of Heart. No middlemen. No permission. No pretending. We don’t just secure the sats. We secure the men holding them. (Stay close.)

When someone asks you how you're doing but you're low-key falling apart inside, so your brain pivots to Bitcoin to suppress that shit, and suddenly you're launching into 20-minute rant about fiat collapse, central banking history, and why 1913 was the beginning of the end. All to avoid feeling the feelings.

Stacking sats feels good. But nothing humbles me like my kids. They don’t care about NGU. They just want me present. Wrestling. Dancing. Tossing them on the couch. Often, I am the most distracted on the biggest NGU days. How ironic. Guess I'm still learning how this freedom thing works.