The Justice Story Wannabe
This month I rejected to help one fella on the topic of cryptocurrencies. We all probably have that buddy, who started way earlier that you. At that time you pass jokes, disregard the topic, but you remember. You remember that one guy in your social circle that „does crypto“.
That day when I came to my colleagues department to laminate my freshly baked paper wallet they were throwing jokes of “bitclowns”. I remember a grin in my face and outsourced shame of incompetence. An ugly feeling to this day. He was one of those jokers making fun of these funny digitized tokens of trust and me.
Evolution of Morals
I was very privileged to grow up among loving family. There is one person in particular, strangely – not the parents, who showed me what compassion and empathy is. She installed the very foundation of morals I operate upon to this day. I will forever be grateful for that.
And today’s decision to turn my back is contradicting the things she had been showing me by example. This is newer. This I acquired in teen years I believe. The sense of injustice in the world emerged in me and a natural desire to bring more justice instead. I clearly saw the people who got their power the wrong ways. Dirty tricks, social conditioning, media, business and “high-rollers” as my friend would put it relations. On the opposite, I’ve met enough people already who are the epicenter of my spring theory I will get back to at some point. Those people were born into struggle. Scarcity of material goods, even famine. They did nothing wrong, just been dealt the bad hand at this table of life poker. I love them. Those, who kept their heart clean, today are ones of my greatest teachers.
Seeing all that I started questioning why do these gaps open up? Why I am so damn lucky? What can I do to leverage the scale? Is it my responsibility even? Why? Always the why… I believe this empathy for unlucky, though morally decent people had risen a hatred towards government inside me. I came to a conclusion in my seventeens that unlucky people deserve good and greedy thugs up there deserve the bad. Later, it became evident that living with hate inside is unhealthy, so I focused on the first part of helping those in need.
Who’s the Judge?
Funny. I’m spinning a thought of which people fall under that. How do you (I) determine if someone is worth the help? Are you playing a God? Is this just another deep seeded ego gratification game you invented? I don’t buy it. I feel the love of the people who have been extensively involved with me. There aren’t a lot of them. And damn, if you are thinking of money just drop that thought. There are things so much greater than money. The connection that kind of relationship brings to the table is invaluable.
Now I decided to punish the fool, who did not foresee 2 years ahead. With a straight face I reminded him the scene in the past and the reason behind a recommendation to do a research somewhere else. He isn’t a bad character. But he did not suffer enough on this earth and an easy fortune of owning cryptocurrencies is injustice towards the millions of people who could own a bigger piece of brighter future at a marginally lower price. I take it that far. Another question: how personal this is? And what portion of all that justice bullshit is in this decision? Legit question. You won’t believe me either way. We will have to establish trust over the years to come.