Be Strong

I felt unhappy. I posted the announcement for the story camp writing class yesterday, but only two friends bought the courses. Another two people inquired, but they haven't made up their minds yet. This season feels like a failure. How can I cope with that?

There was a time when the story camp was so popular that over 20 people attended the class in Hangzhou. Now, everything seems to have changed. People are short on money, cutting their spending, especially on hobbies. I expected at least 10 students this time, but the number is only two. It's disheartening. What can I do?

First, I must not lose my courageous heart. Hardship is everywhere, and I will face it head-on.  

Second, I should count the blessings of God. I’ve faced worse situations before, but God has always seen me through.  

Third, I should promote my class more diligently and confidently. This is my creation, and I must take pride in it.  

Lastly, I should write a series of articles about the story camp to attract potential buyers.

Let's move forward.

I Have Got A Friend Like You

 Today, I started a new season of the Story Camp writing class. X.S. reached out to me on WeChat, saying he wouldn’t participate this season for two reasons:

1. He feels he lacks the talent for writing, especially storytelling.

2. He wants to save some money for a rainy day.

I felt a bit sorry for the misunderstanding because I intended to offer him free admission. Since 2018, he has been tirelessly promoting my class, and if he had accepted commissions, he would have earned thousands of yuan. So, I explained my intention and sincerely invited him to join us.

Regarding his lack of confidence, I encouraged him by saying, “Even if you fail 100 times, give yourself the 101st chance.”

This season, I’ve accumulated new experiences and knowledge and have discovered a wonderful workflow for collaborating with AI. I told him that if he didn’t attend my class, he might regret it. In the end, he accepted my invitation. I’m thrilled to have him in my class because he is an excellent student and a wonderful advocate for what we do.

Talk to Myself

If I don’t take action today, I’ll be in trouble. I’m someone who thinks a lot but does little. I've tasted the bitterness of life but haven't learned from it. Every time I escape a trap, I feel grateful but never change my behavior. I'm stuck in a cycle of regret and remorse, night and day. I know that only action can save me from my troubles, but I’m paralyzed by my own pessimism. It's a terrible situation—I’m ruining my own life. This morning, I felt especially upset, realizing I’ve wasted yet another day. The only place I’m truly active is in my dreams, but dreams aren’t reality. Reality is cruel and unforgiving. If I don’t do something, something bad will happen—I’m certain of that. If I don’t change my ways, I’ll end up a failure. There's no doubt about it.

Now, with only a little time left, I have to work. There’s no time to waste, no time for reflection, no time to overthink. Action is the only option. I need to be strong and take charge.

In the next two hours, I will finish my work, no matter how I feel. The answer lies in action. I am a person with powerful will. I will make it happen. I will achieve my goal. I will no longer be a loser.

Reflections on Bitcoin

The one thing I’ve done right in the financial realm is holding onto some Bitcoin. It saved me from crushing debt, preserved my reputation in the eyes of my parents and family, and, in some ways, it saved my life. Now, it’s time to continue holding rather than selling.

Selling Bitcoin isn’t easy. Buyers are picky; they want to purchase at a steep discount, far below the market price. The only way to avoid selling foolishly is not to sell at all. Holding on to Bitcoin is a decision that could make my child wealthy.

The true value of Bitcoin is far greater than most realize—it should be worth anywhere from $5 million to $23 million per coin. This could make my family as wealthy as Kathy’s. We could live in a luxurious apartment or even a villa, perhaps abroad in the USA, Canada, or New Zealand. With this wealth, my child could receive an excellent education, live the life he desires, and unleash his creativity and passion in the future.

If I sell unwisely, the story ends there. Everything becomes predictable, and there’s no hope for a family like ours. We’re not a civil-servant family; we don’t have many guarantees, and we can’t rely on state welfare. We must depend on ourselves, and in this context, Bitcoin is our only hope.

The future me—future Jonas—will be grateful for this decision. I’d rather endure a tough life than sell our Bitcoin. We are rich in every sense, as wealthy as millionaires like Kathy. We are proud, carefree, and free to do as we please—whether it’s writing, creating, or living life on our terms. No one can stop us, and we can transfer our Bitcoin across borders freely.

Although I understand this theoretically, I must act accordingly. I should see myself as a rich man, not a struggling writer. I am the one. I am the right man. I am the greatest man born in my clan, and I choose to remain low-profile. Someday, I hope my son will understand my decision.

We don’t vacation at the beach because we will own a house on the beach in five or ten years. We don’t buy luxuries because we invest in what truly matters—acquiring knowledge, building a personal brand, expanding our network. We will make a fortune. In fact, we are already rich and will maintain this status from now on.

Let me remember this.

Instead of selling Bitcoin, I will continue to buy more. At least one per year. I will work hard, write more.