When I was about 8 years old, I remember waking up in the middle of the night just to wake my mom up and tell her about my new ambition: "Mommy, I want to be a priest when I grow up." She was angry, but she liked the mysterious reason that compelled me to wake her up at such a time. "You can be anything you dream of," she said. Two years later, I told her I wanted to be a soldier. After that, I kept changing from one profession to another until I became a journalist. And now... A Web3 enthusi...
