Why Generation Z Must Learn Bitcoin to Raise a Family in the Future
Why Generation Z Must Learn Bitcoin to Raise a Family in the Future
Raising a family requires long-term financial stability, and the systems Gen Z inherited are crumbling.
1. Fiat Currency Is Failing
- The U.S. dollar has lost over 90% of its value in the last century.
- Inflation silently robs savings, making it nearly impossible to build generational wealth.
- Traditional savings accounts no longer protect your purchasing power.
2. Housing and Childcare Costs Are Soaring
- Gen Z faces unaffordable housing, record-high rent, and childcare that rivals a second mortgage.
- Relying on debased fiat money to plan for a future family is like building a home on sand.
3. Bitcoin Is Scarce and Deflationary
- Bitcoin has a fixed supply of 21 million — no one can print more.
- As fiat continues to inflate, Bitcoin’s purchasing power tends to rise over time.
- Owning Bitcoin is like buying land in cyberspace — digital property immune to central manipulation.
4. Self-Custody = Sovereignty
- With Bitcoin, you are your own bank. No middleman, no censorship.
- You can pass it directly to your children — no trust fund, no lawyers, no permission needed.
5. Time Preference Matters
- Bitcoin teaches low time preference: the discipline to think long-term.
- Raising a family requires sacrifice, planning, and stability — all aligned with the Bitcoin ethos.
Bottom Line
If Gen Z doesn’t learn Bitcoin, they risk working for money that’s melting in their hands.
But if they understand it, adopt it, and hold it wisely, they gain a chance to break free from the system,
build generational wealth, and create a future where raising a family is possible — not a luxury.
Why Walking Alone in the City Brings Freedom, Joy, and Clarity
Why Walking Alone in the City Brings Freedom, Joy, and Clarity
What’s popping, people?
It’s Dante. Let’s climb up this cliff — yeah, this is real fitness. You don’t need a gym. Just climb a cliff in your local park.
I’m out here at the Fairmount Waterworks, walking the Schuylkill River Trail, finding uneven surfaces to hike up. That’s good for you. That’s real.
Why Exploration Brings Me Joy
I’ve lived in Philly my whole life. I’ve walked these streets a million times. But there’s still infinite novelty in it. I can walk through the same blocks and still find new ways to play — alone — and that’s a beautiful place to be as a human.
Exploration is joy. Walking with no agenda is a path to bliss.
In this weird modern world where everything feels atomized — where you’re stuck in a cubicle, on a team you don’t care about, in a building that steals your time — you can still thrive through something as simple as walking. Just being. Not dwelling on the past or tripping over the future. Just being present.
The Spirit of the Flâneur
I walk around the city like a flâneur — aimless, curious, soaking it all in. No schedule. No checklist. I can walk sunrise to sunset and be in that state of bliss. And I’ve come to this realization:
I don’t really need anything from this world anymore.
No validation. No applause. No “likes.”
Just God. That’s the only validation I care about now. That quiet inner peace — knowing that if I live aligned, if I build that relationship with the Creator — that’s enough.
The Illusion of Success
Man… every time I run into this one neighbor of mine, she starts the same script.
“My daughter went to Harvard.”
“My husband is a millionaire.”
“My son is a lawyer.”
And I’m sitting there like… you literally don’t even speak English, but you know those lines fluently?
Every interaction feels like a flex. Like success is a checklist of degrees and job titles. And then she hits me with:
“What is your profession?”
“What degree did you get?”
Smile. Nod. Get off the elevator. Back to my box. Sleep.
And it hits me — what is the goal here?
Money? Fame? Applause?
That kind of success feels empty now. Material, meaningless. Just a game of appearances.
Everyone’s Rushing… But to Where?
Have you noticed how everyone’s rushing? Every day — Target run, work commute, online orders, delivery vans, DoorDash, Uber, whatever.
But where are you going?
Like… what is this rat race even for? Is anything actually happening?
Dystopia on the Highway
I don’t drive. I walk barefoot with my shirt off.
But every once in a while, I’ll hop in a car with family or friends — and when I’m on the highway, I look out at the sea of traffic and it’s like…
This is a dystopian movie. Sci-fi level weird.
Cars on cars on cars. Endless congestion.
But again — where are y’all going?
What’s the point?
It’s like the city’s built on paper shuffling and keystrokes. And the only real work? It’s the people sweeping the streets, hauling the garbage, fixing the pipes. The rest is just noise.
Proof of Work? Where?
I started thinking about Bitcoin. Proof of work.
And I thought: What’s the proof of work for fiat currency?
Shouldn’t it be:
- Clean streets
- Maintained roads
- Trash picked up
- Parks taken care of
- Water fountains actually working?
That’s where our tax dollars go, right?
But there is no proof of work.
The roads are trash. Glass everywhere. I can’t even ride my bike to work without popping a tire. So I just take the bus. Honestly, it’s better.
Economic Slavery Disguised as a Career
We’re $37 trillion in debt.
And everyone’s just running — chasing paper.
It’s the carrot-on-a-stick economy straight into your grave.
Then what? You get replaced by the next battery.
A new human to extract energy from.
Money is economic energy.
It’s your time and labor, compressed into currency.
But the currency keeps inflating. Your labor gets devalued. And you start to feel it — every time you swipe your card for groceries.
The Strike That Said Everything
Philly had a strike the other week.
The street cleaners walked out.
Trash piled up. The whole city stank. Nothing got picked up until they negotiated a wage increase.
And yeah, sure — they deserve it. But let’s be real:
It’s like asking your captor to loosen the rope around your neck.
It doesn’t fix the root issue. We’re still trapped in the same loop.
Green Water, Green Money
Check out this pond. The water’s green.
Same color as money.
But why is it green?
Lack of maintenance.
Neglect.
It feels like a metaphor for everything.
Are We Devolving?
Sometimes I think… maybe we peaked before the Industrial Revolution. Maybe back then, things had more soul. More meaning.
Now?
It’s just convenience, consumption, and comfort.
The human spirit is dulled.
The streets are cracked.
And the fountains don’t work.
And I’m out here walking barefoot, chasing bliss.
Thanks for coming on this walk with me.
Let’s keep moving.
—Dante
Basketball in Baltimore
This is one of the earliest photographs I made on the streets.
In 2016, I was photographing around the West Baltimore neighborhood — Sandtown, Winchester — very frequently with my Ricoh GR2. I’d tuck it in my pocket, walk around… this was just the kind of scene available to me in my backyard while attending university.
I spotted the mural. I noticed the beautiful light — it was golden hour, the sun setting. I saw the shadows and the light cast on the mural and I had to approach.
One of the first things I did:
- I approached the people.
- Asked for permission.
- Told them I’m a student.
- They were eager and open to letting me photograph them.
Pro Tip:
Breaking the ice, getting permission, and getting closer physically and emotionally leads to more impactful photographs.
In the frame:
- Foreground: A man gazing downward at his hand.
- Background: Another man looking up at the basketball on his fingertips, with light casting on his face.
- Right side: Two men looking back towards me.
There’s a spiral composition here — a windmill effect. It’s strange, mysterious, visually impactful.
Other details:
- Shadows of basketball players, including my own shadow.
- The interaction of the shadow basketball with the mural basketball.
- Gesture of the boy with an outstretched hand on his forehead.
- Smokestack from the mural interacting visually with a hand gesture.
Always follow your intuition.
I saw a beautiful background, I approached openly, and through honesty and curiosity, I came home with complexity.