It was late morning in Reus. A coffee, a wrap, and one of those waits that makes you feel small: my wife was doing a medical test. To kill time—and to keep the worry from eating me alive—I did a quick survey.
Total earned: $0.18.
A joke, right? Digital breadcrumbs while real life is punching you in the mouth.
But while I’m collecting crumbs—and while a lot of people sit in front of trading screens, chasing a chart, trying to get rich without sweating—there’s an uglier reality rolling over us without asking permission.
What is a war for?
Because while you and I try not to lose a cent, there are people with the nerve to demand 5% of a country’s entire budget for war. Five percent for the war machine.
Have you done the math? Five percent of what we all pay—channeled into trenches, missiles, and men in suits who have never had to do a survey to pay for a coffee.
How many hospitals, how many medical tests, how much peace of mind for families could be bought with that 5%—the same 5% they claim they ‘need’ to play soldiers?
They sell us the dream of financial freedom: crypto, the market, the hustle. But the truth is simpler: we’re the ants trying to save a grain of rice while the elephants stomp around using our money.
Call me naïve, call me stubborn—but I’d rather have my $0.18 earned with dignity in a café than any ‘profit’ that comes soaked in the budget of death.
And you—what are you going to do with your silence?
