I want to say a word to the old brothers and sisters who once gathered together to fight for their initial ideals.

What exactly did we give up our jobs and time to accompany our families for?
Self-funded market expansion, spending time and money to maintain team building,
Finally slowly turning into a joke among friends, besides that one phrase "almost there, almost there,"
which might become a helpless excuse, just a joke,
gradually turning into mindless sycophants who lack independent thinking,
seeing someone criticize even a little and immediately losing their temper to shout the great banner,
criticizing others for not understanding the greatness of Web3,
if you even abandon your dignity and end up like a frog boiled in warm water,
turning into a cocoon of bugs bound by your own beliefs,
such faith has truly betrayed the spirit of blockchain.
Your original wish was to turn things around, not to worship some damn expert,
and those so-called experts haven't even provided the basic contractual promises,
successfully turning themselves into superstitious followers who worship endlessly,
only delaying and updating wallpapers,
lacking the courage to say a word of no,
what kind of future can such a life have?
This is the real industry’s chicken soup that prolongs the joke of life.
You need results, not waiting,
and pick up your phone—every one counts,
fighting on Twitter,
meaningful battles,
uniting the ambitious people from different regions of the world,
centralized power fundamentally contradicts the underlying logic of blockchain.
I have shouted out, I have continued to fight,
no regrets about my choices,
but when shame is overwhelming,
why not rise up in 2024 and make a stand,
have a say,
instead of helplessly and perfunctorily waiting?
In the past 7 years, my youth has been wasted.