My mother, a God-fearing Haitian woman, taught me all I know about faith. If someone who scared me to death and slapped me a couple times could possibly be afraid of anything else, I couldn't believe it. The truth is, she does. She believes a lot of things I don't though, which calls her testimony into conflict sometimes. Yet, I'm a skeptic with doubts. How can someone who knows how real life is- someone who delivered children in hospitals believe in the supernatural? Could it be there's something I don't know?
That's the only certainty. There is.
And so, for all other matters, that which I attempt to understand and that which I don't, my resolve becomes one that I simply accept and revise in the face of new information. I spread the word about some project a year ago, and I let a whole mess of emotion and people get in the way. I accept it as a lesson, though. I wavered. I can't blame this Dutch guy or that Danish guy or this Austrian guy. It was my lack of conviction that pushed me to cut my losses at the bottom, right before things turned around.
That would've been the road less traveled, but I took the one more spoken for. I listened to voices that drowned out my own thought. So, with a shadow of a similar opportunity, yeah, I'm all in.
That's just the thing. I feel like everyone says they would do it all different if it was them. Some of the more self-deprecating ones will say- oh no, I'll certainly fuck it up. It doesn't really matter. At its core, those folks both mirror the same thing that happened to me last year, and in plenty other different situations too.
They don't and I didn't realize: this is your chance.
Regardless if it's your 2nd or your 22nd, people do not realize they are being given another opportunity to do things differently. That's why it could be, you're in crypto 7 years and you're not rich. To me, it's not so much a matter of being the best trader, knowing all the insiders, or getting all the free stuff. They bump into lady luck once, but miss her because they're running late and reflect afterwards.
What they think about truly defines them.
"Oh, I blew it."
"I'll get it next time."
I feel like most people simply delude themselves out of the realm of possibility where they succeed, because they've failed. They criticize others with hopes, calling them foolish, because they're really reflecting how they feel. They'd have that hope and starry look in their eyes like you, but they've lost too much and don't want to lose again. So they call you silly.
I'm not fooling anybody. I will win again. Mark my words.
