I have a fondness for applying the lessons of Aesop's fables to everyday life. Particularly of interest is how relevant these tales are to the world of cryptocurrency.
Take this one, for example:
"The Grasshopper and the Ants" is about a grasshopper who spent his days idle while the ants labored day and night to build their reserves for the colder months.
We are the ants.
I was brought here last July by stellabelle. I gave her permission to post a letter my father had written me, originally posted on medium. Because of the comments she received, I decided to take the leap into the uncharted waters of vulnerability. It wasn't as scary as I thought. Soon it became an ideal stage to share my art. I was moved beyond words by the overwhelming support I received. I had never posted a blog in my life before Steemit.
During those halcyon summer days of 2016, none of us could believe what we had discovered. We all engaged with and supported each other, and I now consider many of you real friends.
Steemfest last November was the ultimate opportunity to meet in person those whose work I admired - @ericvancewalton, @opheliafu, @anyx, @razvanelulmarin, @roelandp, @nanzo-scoop, @heiditravels, @steemroller, @knozaki2015, @neilstrauss, @ned - the list goes on. I am grateful to have been a part of that weekend in Amsterdam.
By then, the price of Steem had taken a real nosedive, and rumors of the end of Steemit flooded the trending pages.
At the end of November, personal tragedy struck that tore my family apart. I dropped off and only posted a handful of posts. All my mental, emotional, and creative energy went on lockdown mode. I spent this time immersed in researching the technology behind the mystery of crypto.
What a ride. I will share what I've learned.
Think of crypto as a whole network of sophisticated roads being built underground where they go mostly undetected. For the average citizen, life goes on as always. The media spreads FUD about everything while we trudge along in our grueling routines, fearful of what lies ahead. The establishment has us by our necks, selling us out for their own gains. We are disgruntled because we were taught to not question the powers that be. Strangely, we still feel something is amiss. "The Collapse" apocalypse threatens our financial security daily, as well it should given the current political and economic climates.
But not the workers underground.
Those of us who have embraced this new technology know about this utopia right below our feet. Sometimes we venture up to the surface to take a look around.
Immediately the oppressive atmosphere hits us like a ton of bricks. We try to tell our friends about this new system of transportation that will change their lives. But they look at us like we are crazy. They back away, slowly....
No one likes change. We can't make them drink. We want to say the flood is coming, get on this ark. But our shouts fall on deaf ears.
We, my friends, are the ants in Aesop's fable. The majority of the sheep in the world play the grasshopper's role.
Cryptocurrency is the wave of the future. It can't be stopped.