You are a young adult, steering their life through one of the biggest technological renaissances of our time. Internet is young, web3 is even younger, yet both are big enough to take up a huge portion of our lives.
The last few days and weeks of your life have been weirdly ambivalent. The market is lazy, slow and depressing. Numbers are in red, everything is hibernating. You are losing money, your friends are losing money, your enemies are losing money.
Yet the whole community is filled with surreal, amazingly good vibes. Everyone jokes around about how much they've already lost and that it doesn't matter because they still have their nice colourful pictures.
You are growing up and that is a process you cannot change, even if you wanted to. Life happens and if one is not careful they might lose the colourfulness of it.
But that’s not your case. Your desk still looks like a desk of an enthusiastic fourteen or an eighteen year old.
The workspace is messy, full of remnants of your teenage years, full of colourful stickers stuck whenever you stuck them a million years ago, and there is of course – your precious – Gameboy Advance, your best friend for times good and bad.
All of this enhanced by clear signals of you reaching the adulthood, by money and expensive collectibles negligently scattered across the table. A bottle of jack ready right next to your hand.
You have reached the age when you have to take care of yourself. Nobody said that it can’t be fun, though.
You keep your inner child by your side, and you walk the life of joy.
