I once believed what I was told,

The voices of power, the words of the wise—

Celebrities, officials, and the media’s glow,

I trusted them, without pause, without doubt.

But then came a shift,

A quiet spark that lit my mind.

I began to question, to see with new eyes—

Not just the world outside,

But even the voices within my own camp.

It wasn’t just doubt; it was agency—

The realization that I could think for myself,

That I didn’t have to accept the script handed to me.

I found freedom in asking,

“What if they’re wrong?”

Now, I question not just the powerful,

But even those who stand beside me—

For truth does not fear being questioned.

Bitcoiners, too, are not beyond scrutiny,

And in that realization,

I found something richer:

A deeper level of thought,

An engagement with the world

That fills the mind and sharpens the soul.

There’s a joy in owning your questions,

In embracing the agency to see for yourself.

And there’s a deeper satisfaction still

In sharing these questions

With others who think the same way,

With those who value their own agency too.

It’s not a path of cynicism,

But of clarity,

A lens that sharpens what was once blurred.

I share this with you,

Not to persuade,

But to invite you to ask,

To embrace your own power,

And find for yourself the satisfaction

Of striving to observe the world as it truly is.