Age 18 – You’re a freshman. You use your allowance to buy a random crypto. It doubles in three days. You think you’re a genius.

Age 20 – Your portfolio doubles again. You skip class, stare at charts, dreaming of being the next Buffett. Then the market crashes. You lose everything. Angry, you delete the app.

Age 22 – You graduate, get a job. Not much pay, but enough. You reinstall the app, buy Bitcoin. It goes sideways for a year. You sell. The next day, it pumps.

Age 25 – You switch jobs, earn more, study TA, draw trendlines, believe “this time is different.” Then a bear market cuts your portfolio in half.

Age 28 – You meet someone on a date. She says it’s great you invest. You smile, but deep down you know your account is still in the red.

Age 30 – You get married. Friends ask about your trades. You fake a laugh: “Long-term hold.” Truth is, you’re down 40%.

Age 32 – You have a kid. Expenses rise. You go all-in with leverage on a “secret tip.” The next day, the coin gets delisted. It crashes hard. You feel true despair.

Age 35 – You wake up. Start dollar-cost averaging into Bitcoin. The market recovers. You finally break even, but you no longer cheer or panic.

Age 40 – Your kid starts school. You still buy altcoins sometimes, but no longer chase riches.

Age 50 – Your kid goes to college. You check your portfolio—it’s just enough.

You realize:

Freedom isn’t a number on a screen. It’s being free from greed.

Crypto? It’s where people spend money to buy hope—but most end up buying lessons.