Disclaimer: I originally wrote this in my mother tongue and translated it into English, so some expressions may not be perfect.

My crypto origin story didn’t begin with a bull market.

It began during one of the quietest, loneliest periods of my life.

I grew up in a country where people worked all day for less than ten dollars.

For most people around me, the dream was simple:

A better life.

A little more freedom.

A little more stability.

A future that felt less fragile than the present.

And of course.

I was one of those people too.

Back then, the only thing that felt like a light in the darkness was blockchain technology and crypto.

It felt different.

Like the future had quietly arrived before most people even noticed.

Wherever there was opportunity,

I wanted to be part of it.

I stepped in with hope.

With ambition.

With the belief that maybe this could change my life.

But I had no idea what was about to happen to the market.

Then everything changed.

Not long after that, the market collapsed.

Everything turned red.

Every night looked the same.

Dark room. Glowing charts. Endless scrolling.

People online calling crypto a scam.

People laughing at anyone still holding.

And maybe they were right.

Because there were nights I questioned myself too.

Watching portfolios bleed.

Watching hype disappear.

Watching entire communities vanish the moment prices dropped.

But something strange happened during the silence of the bear market.

The builders never left.

While everyone else stopped paying attention.

While portfolios were collapsing.

While every expectation we once held started to feel like an illusion.

there were still people coding, creating, improving, believing.

That changed something inside me.

For the first time, I realized crypto was never just about money.

It was about hope.

Hope that ordinary people could finally own something.

Hope that freedom could exist outside broken systems.

Hope that the future didn’t have to belong only to the powerful.

And somewhere between the crashes, the late nights, and the fear.

I changed too.

Crypto taught me patience.

Conviction.

How to stay calm when everything around me feels uncertain.

And maybe life works the same way.

Because real success is rarely built during moments of excitement.

It’s built quietly.

Slowly.

Through sleepless nights, painful lessons, and days when nobody believes in you.

Long before anyone notices your progress.

Long before the world calls you successful.

Now when people ask why I’m still here.

I smile.

Because they think my story is about crypto.

But my crypto origin story was never really about success.

The truth is

Crypto was never the whole story.

It was the thing that helped me find myself again.

Thank you everyone who read and felt this

Long live XEC.

Long live eCash (original one).

;)

My Crypto Origin Story: Not a Success Story