"The thrill is gone"
"The shit is pathetic"
"Please forget it"
"Your style is played out"
The truth is, I feel that way right now. Other than the blessing of life, I feel very little excitement. As the seasons change, the game remains the same. I guess with more charisma I would say “innovate, don’t imitate” and other lines you hear from motivational speakers. I just lost my last dollar trading futures. I don’t see where the projects I’m in are going. I haven’t written in about 2 weeks. I wake up, play games, go to work, come back, play more, sleep, and play at trading. Meanwhile, on the timeline, which I check too much, people bet more on random projects. War erupts across the world and hot takes are the only things the loud and well-known serve. Where is the justice?
I don’t know what justice is, but it’s not this. Almost every day, a woman in the Netherlands or Swiss Alps, signs onto a social media account and takes the time out of her day to write “GM” and blast it to about forty thousand followers. Meanwhile, on Telegram, about 1,000 people- some Turkish, some Persian, some French, some German- repeat the same monotony. “When will my underwater assets float above my entry level?” They use much less words. The Russians and Spanish people included all do the same thing as well. The group is only good for sharing arbitrary moving images, GIFs of reactions from people in other contexts.
I tried trading. I made some successful trades, too. Yet, with the inconsistent reading of one book, I don’t have any regularity with profit. I’m lucky. Some people have gone into debt doing this, I realize. I am already in debt, so it can’t be much worse. I feel distracted- I sit at a desk all day, trying to work with people from around the globe. They mean well. Some did things actually, like introduce themselves to new platforms. I hope in the midst of my rant, some of you welcome them. Some are sick, some are newlywed, but none are available, even on the weekends to do anything but ideate about selling people digital assets. I thought this group was the last of those who would activate people to use artificial intelligence, create content, and generate value for our shared work-in-progress. No such luck.
The quotes above, are chopped from another song, crafted into this track titled, The Thrill Is Gone. It is. Crypto isn’t dead, but it might as well be. My will to continue grows very, very weak. Part of me wants to give this all up and go into seclusion. Maybe there, alone with nothing, I might find inner peace. I could finally sit down and read these books.
“It’s the computer age now, better get with the youth. Don’t nobody give a damn of what you spit in the booth.” That’s the truth. That Telegram, this Twitter account is proof. People are done thinking critically, done working productively. Why shouldn’t I just join them? I was exercising, or trying to every day this month, but I can’t summon the energy. The book I read about habits is just a memory now. My reality is sitting on my ass all day wishing I was hotter. The wishes include more success in trading, turning money into more money, inspiring people to write, read and share what they read and write. I’m not giving up, but I might give in. The thrill is gone.
