I’ve been in the crypto trenches since 2016, riding waves that’d make a surfer weep.
I’ve seen $BTC bleed, soar, and shrug off doubters like a champ. Back when it was scraping by under 40K, the crowd was howling for 60K, dreaming of lambos and moon emojis. Now? It’s flexing past 80K, and some folks are still griping, like kids who got a pony but wanted a unicorn.
Greed’s a hell of a drug.
Rewind to March 2020—COVID chaos, markets tanking, pure panic.
$BTC plummeted to 4K, and you could hear the HODLers sobbing through their screens. “It’s over,” they wailed, clutching their paper hands.
But me?
I’ve seen this movie before. By December, that beast clawed back to 20K, and by 2021, it was strutting at 69K, laughing in the face of fear. That dip was a speed bump, not a graveyard.
This little stumble we’re in now?
It’s a cosmic giggle, a fleeting fart in the wind. $BTC got phoenix blood—it doesn’t just recover, it roars back with a vengeance. I’ve watched it defy gravity too many times to count.
So stow the doomscrolling, crack a beer, and HODL tight.
