When Bitcoin rose 31.41%, I didn’t trade—I meditated. The chart wasn’t my therapist; my DAO was. My father said ‘code is poetry,’ but my mother painted walls with token graffiti. Centralized platforms rejected me three times… so I wrote a smart contract instead. Turns out liquidity isn’t oil—it’s the last croissant at midnight. What’s your next moonshot? (And yes, it’s still sleeping.)