To Whom It May Concern
By Psyduck
I don’t know you, we’ve never shared a laugh, split a pizza or even said a single word to each other. I don’t pretend to know the purpose of your life or the measure of your devotions. There are things though that bind us all. That we feel deep down to the depths of our innermost beings. Sometimes they are things born of beauty, like the elegantly blended colors of a sunset across scattered clouds. Other times… they come from more a visceral place of uncertainty and doubt in ourselves and our futures.
In my life, the fears consume me more readily than beauty can shake off dread’s steadfast grip. I know, like you know, that one day none of us will be here. The posts we make, the likes we get and the people we follow or block will be no more than 0’s and 1’s slowly succumbing to entropy. I know, like you know, that we are not defined by the bytes and the bits. We are not just the sum of our data nor the weight of our fears. We are the limitless expanse of our hope. Hope for ourselves and our families. Hope for each other and hope for the future.
Hope… is a brew that comes in many flavors. It quenches the thirst of uncertainty, hydrates the droughts of despair and lubricates the friction of fear. You can’t bottle it for distribution or keep it for yourself any more than you can bottle or claim the colors of the sunset. You can however share it, person to person and heart to heart. I think that’s what I’m trying to do here. My hand does not possess the finesse to paint hope’s elegant edges on contoured canvas for others to behold. My best chance to have you see the truth of the beauty that I’ve witnessed is to bear my soul in the imperfect medium of letters and words and hope that somewhere in the mass of text, that you somehow manage to feel what I feel. If you do, then you know, like I know, that hope in this world is in short supply.
I have so many friends that feel lost and hopeless when they think about the future. I don’t blame them – it looks bleak when you’re running in quicksand struggling not to sink into oblivion. I see it all around me. Kids I grew up with living on the same broken streets we used to play on struggling to keep their children fed. I hear the fear in their voices when they complain about their rent and grocery bills climbing, so they have to take up Uber or Door Dash or anything to be able to make up the difference. They’re struggling to stay afloat in an ocean of easy money that never seems to find its way into the drought that is their financial lives.
They blame the world for ignoring their plight. They blame their neighbors for the condition of their neighborhood. They blame themselves for not being “lucky” enough to catch a break. They blame their children for the perpetual bills that make it so that they can’t get a foothold on their future. They blame the government whilst they place their hope in one bureaucratic savior after another oscillating between red or blue horses. The market for hope is full of grifters shilling their wares to rock bottom people at the rock bottom price of 1 vote.
I want to shout at them that no one is going to show up on your screen in a three piece suit with all the answers to the very real struggles you are facing. Yes, things really do get worse every year – it’s not your imagination, but the problem is not any one person in power. The problem is the system that perpetuates the theft of your time and scarce life energy for the benefit of the rich through the power of the money printer. It doesn’t have to be this way though. We’ve always had the choice to take away the power from governments and central planners to dictate our future. We were not born to be pawns in their plans. I know it’s not easy but it’s easier than it ever has been. The tools are there waiting for you to wield them.
I wish I could be like Neo at the end of the first Matrix where he tells the matrix that he’s going to wake these people up to the reality of the world they’ve been living in.
“I know you’re out there. I can feel you now. I know that you’re afraid. You’re afraid of us. You’re afraid of change. I don’t know the future. I didn’t come here to tell you how this is going to end. I came here to tell you how it’s going to begin. I’m going to hang up this phone, and then I’m going to show these people what you don’t want them to see. I’m going to show them a world without you, a world without rules and controls, without borders or boundaries, a world where anything is possible. Where we go from there, is a choice I leave to you.”
I’m not Neo though. I’m just a guy working too many hours for not enough pay that found hope in a money where the rules are applied fairly to all participants no matter how much of it you have. For me Bitcoin is hope. Hope for a future where one person cannot print at the tap of a finger the same value another person has to sacrifice his scarce time and life’s energy to acquire. I didn’t write this to convince you to buy Bitcoin. I do however hope that you’ll take the time to learn about it. If so… then maybe, just maybe you’ll see what I see… you’ll know what I know and you’ll hope. Like I hope.
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Note from Stackchain Magazine: No Bitcoin (or inferior monies) were exchanged for this article. This article was written by a duck that poured his little ducky soul onto the page just for you. Perhaps give this duck a follow one X @PsyduckSC or shoot him a tip at psyduck@speed.app