When Bitcoin drops, I feel calmer.
That’s the confession.
Euphoria makes me uneasy. Collapse feels honest. It exposes leverage, ego, and overconfidence. It purges.
The crash isn’t necessarily a death spiral; it’s a ritual humiliation. Every asset class needs one occasionally.
People ask if crypto is finished.
I ask whether belief ever finishes. It mutates.
And if gold really does sprint toward five digits while silver sinks under the weight of Chinese abundance, Bitcoin may find itself reframed—not as digital gold, but as digital adolescence.
I don’t know which scenario scares me more: the crash or the rally.