«When you hold a token, and the token holds you: Who is the master here?»
Today I woke up, looked at the chart... and realized: I am not an investor, I am a hostage.
The token is not just in the portfolio — it is in the soul. It whispers: “Don't sell me, we survived this dump together!”
And I reply: “But you promised to moon...”
And here, like in toxic relationships, I buy again on the dip. Not because I need to. But because I believe. Or hope. Or just can't let go.
📌 Have you ever felt that crypto psychologically trains you?
That tokens are not just assets, but your shadow teachers of patience, pain, and absurdity?