I made peace a long time ago with one uncomfortable, brutal possibility: Bitcoin could cost me nearly everything. A massive percentage of what I’ve spent years building is tied to this conviction. I’m all in. If the thesis breaks, the financial damage could be savage. And I accept that. Because I would rather absorb a devastating loss pursuing what I genuinely believe is a rare, once-in-a-generation asymmetric opportunity than spend decades watching it succeed while knowing I stayed safely on the sidelines. I accumulated through the heavy, miserable 2019 market. I kept buying through the violent wreckage and absolute carnage of 2022. And I’m still relentlessly adding today. From the outside, that probably looks irrational, irresponsible, maybe completely reckless. I have no idea how many wildly overexposed, stubbornly committed, borderline-insane Bitcoin holders are riding this gigantic monetary experiment beside me. But if you’re one of them, you’re an absolute legend in my eyess.