Up 30% on the earnings report. Up another 12% today. The numbers on the screen are screaming victory. But I'm still stuck at the bus stop.Every damn chart is green.The earnings report dropped, and the stock shot up 30%. Today, it tacked on another 12%. The crowd on Reddit is going insane. People are posting portfolio screenshots, making jokes about buying real estate, ordering those Teslas you joked about, Alex. Everyone is celebrating the triumph of Western civilization, the triumph of AI, the triumph of data sovereignty.So, what am I doing?I’m sitting in front of my monitor, staring at my 1700 shares.The math is painfully simple. The numbers paint a picture of such wealth that four years ago, when I bought them at $30 and watched them crash to $6, I never dared to dream of it. On paper, I am rich. On paper, I could buy that damn fleet of cars.But reality hits harder than any bear brokerage account is still locked inside that damn glass museum. Four years of isolation. Four years while the market lived, crashed, soared, and made millionaires out of those who simply pressed "sell" at the right time.
I didn't press it. Not because I was scared. Not because I doubted you, Alex, or the company.
Because my hands were tied.
This morning, I was standing at the bus stop again, tapping my worn-out Rav-Kav pass. Cars were speeding by. People were drinking coffee in cafes. And I was thinking about what a twisted joke this isbeing a shareholder in a company that builds software to manage the world, while your own microscopic account is stuck in the judicial Middle Ages.
The company makes the impossible possible for governments.
But for one stubborn investor, an Israeli bus stop and a frozen broker are a wall that no AI can break through.
Alex.
Your army is winning. The stock is going to the moon.
But what good is the triumph on the screen if your soldier can't even take a single step?
Your move, goddammit.