Everything is unstable.

Everything is unstable.

The coins. The charts.
The dopamine. The despair.
The candle that pumps, the friend that ghosts, the app that rugs.

Crypto didn’t invent instability.
It just made it visible, tradable, fun.

Look around.

Your job? Probably unstable.
Your mental health? Let’s not even go there.
Your country? Debt-ridden. Divided. Geriatric leadership with nuclear buttons.

Even the fucking weather’s unstable.

TikTok trends die in hours.
Currencies depeg.
Presidents tweet like teenagers.
The platform you’re reading this on? Melts down weekly.

And yet --
We don’t run.
We lean in.

We ape. We shitpost.
We YOLO into volatility and call it home.

Because in a world that gaslights you into thinking things are fine,
there’s something honest about instability.

It doesn’t lie.

It doesn’t promise safety.
It just is.

So maybe the point isn’t to escape it.
Maybe the point is to build in it.
To meme with it.
To find others who are just as cracked and committed.

Because if everything is unstable anyway?

Might as well tell the truth.
Might as well build what lasts.
Might as well meme through the collapse.

Stability is a mood.
Volatility is the vibe.
And fiat? Just a very elaborate inside joke.

Instability isn’t the glitch.
It’s the ground.
So stop coping.

And start surfing.

Welcome back.