Reading has become duller. Im no longer excited. Why is it that the novement will push me to run while basic accumulation upsets me. Every day i see how things arent yet moving and how i am not yet in the position i want to be in. 

When everyones hype has died out and all we get are the people who only see blindly their own success. I start realising a world where im not included. Where our projects were not represented by the change they can make instead by the money others made of them. 

The green candles are my future and the red candles are my friends. Everything in between brings out a pleasure that comes to me from a mass trolling of the internet and spending time creating communities with cheap values.

A weekend of progress turned into a party one that others just wont get sober again. Ego's inflated and the new thing seems to be a communty devoid of standard experiencing their spot under the sun  

How does changing a future get to 15 minutes of fame. I am sure we need adoption and we need to grow but i think our methods are attracting all the flies to the honey we want to produce. I am hopefull that red will come back strong and i wish for it to keep pushing everyone that doesnt like it. A force that will prove the authenticity of my dreams and for the passion that i have committed to where a future of relevance could be expanded on to others. 

Learning the alphabet doesnt make us readers. Buying the dip doesnt make us traders,  crossing the finish line doesnt make you a winner. 

It is bizar. But i enjoy watching the colors red. Be it the charts or peoples despair after realising thwir own stypidity didnt pay off as they believed it would. Il

I long for a bear market only because for our future it will be the flame that burns the moth.