Mining Monero and the Life of a Tired Laptop

In the corner of a two-meter-square boarding room, a man sat with a strange revolutionary spirit. His name was Didi. He was neither an entrepreneur, nor a hacker, nor even an investor—but that day he was convinced: his life would change thanks to Monero.

With a 2011 legacy laptop whose fan sounds louder than the feelings of a rejected crush, Didi begins a sacred journey: mining Monero from scratch.

"I want to be rich, but remain anonymous," he said, while opening the terminal and typing the mining command.
There is no cool dashboard. There is no "ka-ching" sound like in crypto TikTok.
What exists is only a laptop fan that suddenly turns into a fighter jet, and the screen displays:
0.00000002 XMR accepted

Eight hours later, Didi counted the results. He smiled. With that result, he could buy... a piece of bubble gum, if the candy was sold by a very kind vendor who accepted XMR.

But Didi did not give up.

"Monero is not about money," he said, while peeking at the laptop temperature which can now be used to fry an egg.

Monero is a strange coin. It doesn’t ask for attention. It doesn’t want to be showcased on exchanges. It doesn’t care about price. It doesn’t want to follow trends. It’s like an indie poet living in the woods, writing poetry about privacy and decentralization. An antithesis to other coins that are busy flaunting fake partnerships on Twitter.

When his friends talk about staking Solana or farming on Arbitrum, Didi remains steadfast:
"I mine Monero for the silence. For the right not to be tracked."

Is he paid well? No. Is he famous? Clearly not.
But at least, when night falls and everyone is asleep, Didi can calmly gaze at his terminal screen and say:

"I don't earn much,
but the FBI doesn't know who I am. And that... is true wealth.

On the other side of the room, the laptop fan whispered, "Please... I'm old..."
But Didi just smiled. Because for a Monero miner, a hot fan and an empty wallet are part of the sacred path to... the nirvana of decentralization.

If you like this, we can continue to the sequel:
"The Laptop Exploded, But Privacy Remains Safe" 😄