If you ever thought that halving was a party or that candles were for a romantic dinner... this poem is for you.

MONDAY OF POEM: if the market doesn't rise, let the spirits rise.📉📈

I started with fear, not knowing what to touch,
among candles, coins, and some strange button.
I thought that USDT was a new place,
and the bear market, an expensive zoo.
🐆
I read about staking thinking of a barbecue,
and seeing the Launchpool... is that a pool?
My doubts grew with each scribbled chart,
but something pushed me to reach my goal.📈
I didn't understand BNB, nor how it was earned,
I only saw little arrows, numbers, and pressure.
But every mistake was a lesson that stayed,
and today I'm still learning, with less confusion.👨‍🏫
I thought halving was a secret party,
and that the market had a changing mood.
Sometimes it goes up, sometimes it challenges you,
but one learns to be much more thoughtful.
🕺
Now I check my tokens with mate in hand,
without fear to touch what I didn't even look at before.
And although I still have a long way to go, I feel more human,
because he who learns to lose, also always wins.
💰
So if you're the same, a bit dizzy,
keep on the journey, without shame or drama.
Nobody was born knowing about the market,
and everything begins with a good plot.
❤️

It doesn't matter if you start without knowing even a little,
follow me and let's grow in this beautiful world.🫵

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