Here I sit, kids, by the window, drinking mint tea...

And I think... How was it before? I bought the land, the land is there. I took a cow, it gives milk. Money lies quietly under the pillow. And now what?..

Money in the bank, the bank might burst.

The dollar rises and falls, like a goat on a hill.

Your crypto today you are wealthy, and tomorrow without pants. Stocks are like the weather in April: sun, hail, and tears in one hour. I watch the news and for me, old woman, it’s hard to bear...

The world seems to have lost its mind.

No one knows where to hide that money,

because there is risk everywhere, instability everywhere, everywhere there may be.

But you know what I will tell you...

It’s scary when you sit and do nothing.

Because while you are afraid

someone quietly sows, someone buys, someone tries,

and someone builds a new life for themselves.

The world is now not for those who hide but for those who think. Don’t put everything in one bucket.

Don’t believe anyone at their word.

And don’t chase after easy money.

A little here, a little there...

with reason, not panic.

Because money is like chickens:

if you run after them shouting, they will scatter,

and if you calmly pour grain, they will come by themselves.

These are such times now, kids.

Not easy...

but very fruitful for the wise.

Grandma Klasya 🌿