I remember the nights where I wished I could be put in a better position. I remember the nights where I used to sleep on the floor in a run ass San Jose house. I remember the nights where I didn't eat 3+ days just to save money. I remember the nights where I didn't want to exist anymore and erase my pain. I remember those nights where I just wished I could talk to someone. In all of those experiences, I kept on being hopeful and kept my head up high. I survived a crypto winter and still held on. I went thru Germany selling BTC & went thru China banning bitcoin twice. I ignored the bearish mfs who told me to invest in shit coins. I felt pain when my close friends didn't invest when I was pushing it onto them. I felt true pain when my friends didn't respect my research. I felt the most pain when I realized that my Grandpa cant witness that I am trying to be the family's legacy. My time and patience paid off & im not even done yet. I will be the one to carry my bloodline. I will be freedom. Keep Stacking.
