Up and at it this morning. A bicycle ride with my wife. We live in a small town, so we cover a lot of ground in a short time. Up and down main streets. Zipping down side roads. Coasting along the still, black river, passing campers and swans behind the fairgrounds. Pedaling hard uphill near the cemetery, passing all those bodies—shells—underground. The spirits long gone, onto better things, I hope.
Not that this world is bad. It’s not. We make it what it is.
But with all the learning and living—the opportunities for growth—that we have here, I can only imagine what it leads to. Or maybe that’s the trick. We learn that it leads nowhere at all. And we just are.
But that’s too much for this morning. I’m enjoying a cup of coffee. Okay. An entire decanter, actually. But I don’t give shit. Life is good. My wife and I are from humble beginnings. With just the right amounts of childhood turmoil, hard work, misses and persistence, we’ve made it to a good place. Satisfied, but not enough to quit or get too comfortable. And that’s what we’re passing onto our kids.
I can only hope they are happy like this one day. Riding a bicycle on a pleasant Saturday morning. Then coming home to write about it.
There were many more cars and trucks than expected this morning. Some people waved. Some stared. Others cruised by oblivious, mouthing lyrics with dogs on laps, passengers yawning. Some were on the way to breakfast. Some to the store and garage sales, trying to beat the busyness of later in the day. Others, tourists and locals alike, were headed to one of the lakes. Long or Grand, or the mighty Lake Huron.
I wonder how many noticed my wife. Sitting upright. Back straight. Mirrored sunglasses. Curly, brown hair. Long legs pedaling with grace. Smiling. Wearing a black XRP t-shirt.
The white RAM pulling the horse trailer? The blue SUV with two kayaks strapped to the top? The green sedan carrying the middle-aged couple? He was biting into a breakfast bagel. She was sipping a smoothie.
“Did you see that couple?” she asked her husband.
“The guy in the Tigers cap and ratty Pearl Jam shirt?”
“Yes, but that woman. Did you see her shirt?”
“I saw her, but I didn’t notice,” he said.
“It said XRP. What’s XRP? Is that some protest or political movement?” she asked.
“Look it up. You have your phone right there.”
It starts like that. Curiosity.
What is XRP? What is XDC? ADA, VET, QKC, and BTR? And, I like to think, my wife and I are helping spread the word. We aren’t out there in people’s faces, preaching. We aren’t shoving it down the throats of friends and family. We work quietly. Subtly. It’s important that people make discoveries on their own.
Crypto can lead to freedom, but many people don’t know this. There are a lot of players in the space. Some will make it, others will not. Investing in anything takes research, patience, and guts. Crypto is not an easy road to travel. You pump like hell one day. You fall behind the next. Some days, you just coast, waiting for news about utility or a partnership. But it’s exciting. Damn exciting. And I’m glad that we’re on this road.
Thanks for coming along for the ride.
Help people pay attention. Spread the word!
~cryptokj