Catching Falling Knives

The year is 2030, Bitcoin has gone to a billion… no quadrillion dollars USD per coin. You HODL’d and held and held until you timed the absolute perfect top using Fibonacci retracement levels. Nayib Bukele became the god emperor of the planet after his Bitcoin volcano bond debt established during his time as President of El Salvador became synthesized as a popular collectible NFT for the ultra wealthy. The previous word salad sentence somehow makes sense to billions of people across planet Earth. You are a multimillionaire with a private island, a yacht, and a large supply of the best scotch money can buy. You don’t even like scotch. But hey, that’s being rich.

Bitcoin. You may have heard of it before. If you’ve gotten to the point where this image is placed you’re destined to become massively wealthy. I hope you’re okay with that because there’s no going back now.

Next thing you know, you wake up. You’re drenched in sweat. You grab your phone and hastily check Coingecko to see if one iota of your dream is true. It isn’t. In reality, it’s an extended bear market and your carefully chosen altcoin picks during the bull run are down anywhere from 70%–90%. No, no, no, no, not ElonGanjaSmoke and superrarepupperonicoin! They were the chosen ones to lift you out of poverty. You can’t even spell fucking Fibonacci retracement without a dictionary, let alone pronounce it correctly, or use the method to successfully read the market. You’re disappointed, but wake fully up and succumb to the typical drudgery of the day, stumbling over the dirty socks and empty soda cans as you traverse your room on a path to the…