What do you really want out of life? You can’t multi-sig existence: there’s no refund, no help desk at the end. Bitcoin helps me live, but it doesn’t tell me why. I spent years stacking without asking who I was stacking for. I forgot connection. I forgot humanity. Now I see the beauty in the bad, the sadness in the great. Nothing is what it seems until you know it, and to know, you must connect. Maybe the only thing worth stacking is bitcoin and friends. Don’t forget the latter.