Stay humble. Stack sats. Pick up the hoe.

The hoe is not poetry. The hoe is work. Quiet, repetitive, honest work. No shortcuts. No magic. That is exactly why it works as a metaphor for Bitcoin.

Bitcoin does not run on promises, narratives, or tweets. It runs on proof of work. On real energy spent. Like steel hitting soil. No swing, no harvest.

For regular people, for plebs, the options are limited. We cannot print money. We cannot bail out broken systems. What remains is work, humility, and stacking sats one by one.

Stop trading. Stop chasing quick wins. It is the same mindset that gave us fiat money and endless, empty consumption. Energy matters. How we spend our money matters. Where we direct our value matters.

Bitcoin is finite. 21 million. Never more. If we do not understand it, hold it, and use it, someone else will. And history shows that power always flows first to the wrong hands.

That is why spreading the idea matters. Not to beat the market, but to make sure Bitcoin ends up where it belongs. With ordinary people. With workers. With those holding a hoe, not the levers of power.

Because if the wrong people take everything, what do we have left?

Work. Discipline. And whatever freedom we still manage to protect.

Sats by sats. Proof by work.