By: mycryptoguy | jan 12, 2020
I’m sure a title involving lesbians, psychomachia, and profit all in the same sentence can easily stimulate a readers imagination. No! It is not the intro to a half witted, hard to follow joke that somehow gives way to barely relatable content. It is however an unorthodox introduction into the strange but true story that my life has evolved into.
Recently one of my readers suggested I reveal more about myself piece by piece. Who I am, where I come from, how I became so damn cool and likeable… you know, the usual. So as I began my creative process for putting this article together, I first had to ask myself a seemingly simple question… “Where do I begin?” It didn’t take me long at all to realize, there is not one thing simple about that question in regard to my 33 years of existence. Whether I dissect the last 396 months or analyze its 12,051 days…. a satisfying answer eludes my mind. No one point in time somehow becomes entirely indicative of who we are in this moment. Instead, as humans, each and every one of us represent a unique conglomeration. A conglomeration of ups and downs, highs and lows, people and places. Every single detail from every moment of your life come together at a single point in time and space that come to equal… NOW. With this observation at hand, the question of “Where to begin” was simple again.
My life is amazing right now! And the view from my minds eye is a sight to behold. I am 33 years young. I have a beautiful, motivating partner at my side. My closest friends are loyal and supportive. I code. I write. I develop and design, innovate, speculate, and day trade to get paid! Four years after obtaining my first business license I feel as though I’ve earned the right to call myself a successful entrepreneur. I’ve put in the time, taken the losses, rebuilt and invested… all to do it over again in some instances. I do not come from wealth and I can only think of maybe one member of my immediate family whom obtained a college degree. My mother, as beautiful as she was died suddenly not long ago, and my father… well I don’t have much to offer you considering I barely know the man. Drugs, death, and despair seemed inescapable for me at times. I never went to senior prom, or barely attended public high school for that matter. Over the years I’ve watched the people around me; destroy themselves with heroin, receive life sentences for homicide, or many just gave up and gave in. Those that gave in, gave in to a way of thought that will lie deep within you like an undiscovered tumor, patiently waiting to wreak havoc at a cellular level. A way of thought that will take from you any and all sense of happiness, offering instead fear, anxiety, and failure. So how did I become the exception? Why was I able to avoid complete and utter self destruction while others seemed to welcome it? Another simple answer… lesbians.
My mother was essentially still a child when she gave birth to me. At 16 she was ill equipped in assuming the role of care giver to a brand new life. Not only that, she was alone in this role. Shortly after I was born, her beau and partner in crime, my father, earned himself a lengthy stint in state prison for a particularly violent offense. I can only imagine the state this left my mother in. As depressing as all of that sounds, when I’ve looked at my life in retrospect…. I feel both fortunate and blessed because of what happened next. I easily could have become a ward of the state, bounced around group home to group home, waiting for permanent placement with a foster family… aka complete strangers. Instead I was rescued by two selfless women wanting nothing more than to give me the world. I was adopted by my Grandmothers (Grandmothers, yes plural).
Almost every pleasant childhood memory I have, I can attribute to them. Along with; my intellect, my empathy, determination, my love for history, literature, and astronomy, just about every positive quality I possess as a man I can attribute to the two women who made the decision to love me unconditionally. When I was around ten years old one of my Grandmoms brought our first computer home. I recall falling in love with it quickly as I learned to navigate first the desktop, then the terminal, before finally getting a taste of the world wide web. At the time many Americans didn’t fully understand the implications associated with this technology. My Grandmothers did. As punishment for petty offenses, I can remember having to sit at our computer desk bored out of my mind completing basic typing lessons. The redundancy was torturous and I didn’t understand the punishment entirely. They did. They knew that computers and those that could navigate the emerging technological landscape would come out on top, landing secure jobs in a secure industry. Well, they were right I’d say.
When we’re young we haphazardly come to conclusions regarding how much we know about the world around us. It seems as though every other day I find myself in another situation involving the practical application of the knowledge and skills that my Grandmothers instilled in me. I still read almost daily, opening the world and allowing me to utilize a respectable working vocabulary. If I went to the closet located near my bed I could pull out one of the first books ever given to me by them. As soon as I acquired the ability to begin processing words and sentences I was introduced to an unlimited supply of information. Which in turn gave way to a voracious appetite for knowledge. As I matured so did the material I read. My bookshelves evolved… from Dr. Seuss to Hardy Boys, Goosebumps to Steven King, from novels to python for dummies. Without even realizing it they had molded an intelligent, insightful, young entrepreneur.
The battle between good and evil, right and wrong, is raging within each and every one of us. In those moments throughout my life in which I was faced with these choices, I caught myself only thinking of me for quite some time. After literally losing everything in 2011, I spent some time in complete solitude. During this time I began a process that would change my life. I began to take inventory of my existence. I started to think about everything I was and everything I am. I thought about all of the bad decisions I’ve made, people I lost, and potential I had wasted. Most of all I thought constantly about those two women who raised me and what they had attempted to instill in me.
Correcting my course, and changing my life came natural after that. I went back to the basics and began teaching myself to code. From there I developed an interest in Blockchain and Digital Assets, General Contracting, Real Estate, Politics and Economics. Soon I developed my own personalized system for organizing all of these interests into one formula. Like any other incredibly valuable skill it took genuine determination, focus, and discipline… And now I Profit. And I’ll continue to profit thanks to those two women.
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