When the time finally comes to leave the office, it’s already dark. The rain is falling, and the wind sweeps through the streets. It’s a long journey home, an eternity in the cold. He has no family waiting for him, just his thoughts and a loneliness he’s come to know well. He feels every step he takes, as if his legs are heavier than usual. He doesn’t even have the strength to open his umbrella, preferring to let the rain take him. After all, it’s just another detail in his life that seems beyond his control.
When he gets home, he’s exhausted. He throws his bag in the corner of the room and heads straight to the small kitchen. Nothing exciting for dinner that night. He grabs a small box of ramen, heats it up quickly, and pours in the seasoning packet. It’s simple, fast, and costs next to nothing. He eats in silence, lost in his thoughts, wondering once again how he ended up here.
BUY $BROKE
A typical day in the life of a $broke person.
He wakes up at 6 AM, the sound of the alarm breaking the silence of his small room. The bed is too small, too narrow, but it’s all he has. He lingers a bit before getting up, massaging his temples as if trying to dissipate the fatigue that’s built up. The day has barely started, but he already knows it will be another day without much joy. His wallet is empty,
and there’s no money saved up for anything. It’s the same routine he doesn’t have a car, so he has to take the bus. He hurries to get dressed, hoping not to miss his bus.
He doesn’t have breakfast. Not this morning, anyway. With half of his money already spent on rent, he has to make choices. A coffee or a croissant would be too expensive, so he settles for the growl of his empty stomach. He leaves his apartment with a small sigh, grabs his bag, and heads for the bus stop. This morning, he feels a little more drained than usual, but he tries not to think about it. The bus is empty, as always, and he finds a seat. He sits there, staring out the window at the passing scenery without really seeing it, lost in his thoughts, secretly hoping that things might change someday, but without truly believing it.
When the time finally comes to leave the office, it’s already dark. The rain is falling, and the wind sweeps through the streets. It’s a long journey home, an eternity in the cold. He has no family waiting for him, just his thoughts and a loneliness he’s come to know well. He feels every step he takes, as if his legs are heavier than usual. He doesn’t even have the strength to open his umbrella, preferring to let the rain take him. After all, it’s just another detail in his life that seems beyond his control.
After dinner, he crashes in front of his computer, hoping maybe a chance will come his way. He opens his axiom, the interface loads slowly, and then disaster strikes. He gets rug on a memecoin. Everything he had invested is gone in an instant. His last few dollars, gone up in smoke. He bangs his fist on the desk in anger, cursing the day he ever thought it might work. He doesn’t even have the strength to scream, he’s just exhausted, so angry he feels empty. After a few seconds of rage, he shuts down his computer, slips under the covers, and closes his eyes, with little conviction. Tomorrow will be the same.
Restart the day
