Bitcoin may be taking a nosedive now, but if I had a satoshi for every time someone declared it “dead,” I’d have enough to buy the dip and a side of fries at my future McDonald’s gig. History shows that panic sellers fund the diamond hands’ retirement, and if crypto’s taught us anything, it’s that the only predictable cycle is the one where cynics get left behind while optimists meme their way to generational wealth. So, while the market cries “apocalypse,” I’ll be dollar-cost averaging with a smile—after all, every bear market is just a bull market in disguise.