Anonymous (ID: xRhWF4qC)
01/20/25(Mon)10:01:00 No.59651053

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Anonymous (ID: xRhWF4qC) 01/20/25(Mon)10:01:00 No.59651053

I made some money off $TRUMP but now I have SOL and it's kinda pumpy.
To hold, or not to hold-- that is the question
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The dips and dives of outrageous markets,
Or to take profits against a sea of gains,
And by cashing, end them? To sell—to hold—
No more; and by a hold to say we keep
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That crypto's heir to: 'tis a speculation
Devoutly to be risked. To sell, to cash—
To cash! Perchance to FOMO—ay, there’s the rub,
For in that sell of gains what losses come,
When we have shuffled off this pumpy chain,
Must give us pause—there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long a HODL.
For who would bear the whips and rugs of coins,
The trader’s fate, the bull's elation spent,
The pangs of missing moons, the law’s delay,
The insolence of influencers, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might quietus make
With a mere sell? Who would hodl still
To sweat and bleed under a weary coin,
But that the dread of something after sell—
The uncharted lows from whose depths
No trader returns—puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear the pumps we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus crypto does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of doubt,
And moments of great gain and profit
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. HODL you now!
The fair SOLana! Nymph, in thy wallets
Be all my sins remembered.