And to be honest — inside there are no fanfares. No feeling of 'I have achieved.'
No own apartment. No own car.
In crypto — not a millionaire, not a thread hero, not someone who 'entered at 0.0001 and exited at the highs.'
33 years old. And the feeling that I'm standing somewhere in the middle of the road.
Do you know what the strangest thing is?
At 20, it seems that by 30 you will have everything: stability, capital, a clear plan, confidence in yourself.
And then you are 33 — and you realize that life doesn't have to follow someone else's script.
I meet this birthday not at home. Not in the family circle. Not in the company of people who have known me since childhood.
Somewhere far away. A little off to the side. A little in silence.
And at such moments, the mind starts throwing inconvenient thoughts:
— 'You fell behind.'
— 'You haven't built anything.'
— 'Others already have families, cars, mortgages.'
— 'You are still searching for yourself.'
Especially if you are in crypto.
Crypto is a separate psychological attraction.
You see how someone made x10, x20, x100.
You see screenshots of profits.
You read stories of success.
And how about you? A couple of successful entries, a couple of tough losses, a bunch of lessons paid for by nerves.
Sometimes it seems like you are just always 'almost.'
Almost made it.
Almost held on.
I almost believed in myself.
But if you discard the external noise — what remains?
33 years is not a verdict.
This is not the 'final.'
It's not even the middle.
This is the age when illusions are already shattered.
When you realize that there are almost no quick fairy tales.
When you know the taste of losing.
When you’ve seen your weaknesses up close.
And maybe this is the capital.
Not an apartment — but an understanding of how easy it is to lose everything.
Not a car — but an understanding of how difficult it is to build something.
Not millions — but the realization of one’s own mistakes.
Today I am 33, and I am not where I dreamed of being at 20.
But I am not the person I was at 20.
I became calmer.
I became tougher with illusions.
I became more honest with myself.
Sometimes we measure life only by material markers.
An apartment is a plus.
A car is a plus.
Capital is a plus.
But no one counts:
How many times did you get up after a loss.
How many times did you keep going when you wanted to give up everything.
How many times did you admit you were wrong.
Maybe 33 is not about 'I haven't achieved anything.'
Maybe it's about 'I'm still in process.'
Yes, today I am not celebrating loudly.
Yes, there are no close ones nearby.
Yes, the results are not yet what one can boast about.
But there is one important feeling — I’m still in the game.
I didn’t give up.
I haven't completely stepped out.
I haven't closed the terminal of life.
And maybe it all just begins at 33.
Because now I understand the value of money better.
The price of mistakes.
The value of time.
And this is no longer zero.
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