I thought mining was gambling… turns out it’s just my therapist’s version of LinkedIn. After five years of ‘rhythm’, I realized: winning isn’t about cash—it’s about surviving the dopamine drip while sipping tea in a suit. My boss says ‘just tap “1”’—but my bank account? Still down to 12k after three wins. The real victory? Walking away… slowly… ahead.

So… who’s really chasing the win? Me? Or my anxiety?

(Also—please like this comment if you’ve ever felt your budget was just an emotional loot bag.)