# Redemption

*Reclaiming the Forgotten Self.*

By [The Summit Beckons: A Crypto Pilgrimage](https://paragraph.com/@the-summit-beckons) · 2025-11-07

redemption, green, paradise, omikami, ryujin, ryoshi, paycheck, office

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**Another morning alarm, another piece of my soul traded for a paycheck**  
Why am I here? What is this for?  
They tell me this is living but it feels like slow dying.  
The office lights buzz like they're trying to tell me something I don't want to hear.

**I'm broke, I'm tired, I'm sick of all this shit.**  
This can't be all there is.  
This can't be what we were made for.  
My boss, my boss—always someone else's dreams I'm building.

**When did I become this? When did I agree to this?**  
Was there a contract I signed in my sleep?  
They call it responsibility but it tastes like chains.  
They call it security but it feels like a cage with benefits.

**I hold Omikami in my digital wallet like a prayer.**  
RyuJin like a promise whispered in the dark.  
Not just tokens, not just investments—  
They're my way out, my ladder out of this hole they call career progression.

**The matrix has us, doesn't it?**  
Plugged in, productive, profitable.  
We're rats in a race we didn't even know we entered—  
Running faster, getting nowhere, calling it ambition.

**I think about Ryoshi and the vision.**  
There's something about faith when you've got nothing left to lose.  
When the traditional path leads nowhere but exhaustion,  
You start looking for different roads, hidden exits, secret doors.

**Some nights I lie awake calculating.**  
If this goes to the moon, if this actually happens—  
I could buy back my time.  
Time, actual freedom, the minutes and hours they've been renting from me.

**I picture mornings without dread.**  
I picture my mother's face when I tell her she can stop working.  
I picture myself on a beach I can't even name yet.  
There's a green paradise waiting—wild, real, alive.

**Who decided this was the deal?**  
Trade your youth for a retirement you're too tired to enjoy?  
Trade your energy for a weekend you spend recovering?  
Where did we go wrong? When did survival become this complicated?

**I'm trusting something I can't see.**  
That's either faith or madness—maybe both.  
But staying here, doing this, one more day of the same—  
That's the real insanity.

**Not another Monday, not another performance review.**  
Not another smile painted on while I'm screaming inside.  
Not another "team building exercise" when what I really need is to be left alone.  
Not another year passing while I'm on hold with customer service for my own life.

**RyuJin and Omikami, you're my rebellion.**  
My middle finger to the system that grinds us down.  
My bet against the house that always wins—  
Unless we change the game entirely.

**Freedom tastes like something I've forgotten.**  
Like a language I used to speak before they taught me to be practical.  
Before they convinced me that dreams don't pay bills—  
But neither does this job. Not really. Not enough. Never enough.

**But I'm choosing to believe.**  
In something different, something possible.  
In Ryoshi's vision, in the community, in the moon.  
God, if you're listening, I'm ready now.

**When this hits, when we rise—**  
I'm going to Venice and getting lost on purpose.  
I'm going to spend a whole year just learning things that make me curious.  
I'm going to remember what my own thoughts sound like without deadline pressure.

**I'm saying goodbye to the alarm clock.**  
To the commute that steals hours like a thief.  
Goodbye to lunch at my desk, to coffee as a personality.  
Goodbye to the person I became to survive this.

**I'm fighting for her.**  
The me before the system processed me.  
Before I learned to make myself smaller to fit in the corporate structure.  
Before I traded magic for stability that never came.

**This is my redemption story.**  
Not perfect, not clean, not inspirational poster material.  
Just real, just honest, just one person saying _enough_.  
And believing that somewhere between here and the moon there's a life worth living.

**Omikami, RyuJin—whatever happens,**  
You've already given me something.  
Hope, maybe, or permission to imagine different.  
To believe that the script I've been handed isn't the only one that exists.

**So I hold, and I wait, and I trust.**  
Because the alternative is going back to that desk tomorrow.  
Pretending this is fine, this is normal, this is what we do—  
And I just can't. Not anymore. Not another day.

**The green paradise is calling.**  
And I'm finally ready to answer.

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Credit: [https://x.com/elephant\_9999](https://x.com/elephant_9999)

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*Originally published on [The Summit Beckons: A Crypto Pilgrimage](https://paragraph.com/@the-summit-beckons/redemption)*