That One Time A 12 Year Old Made Me Question The Fabric Of My Reality

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“Twelve-year-old boy makes £290,000 from whale NFTs.” Well, damn. That sure caught my attention.

I was a 24-year-old “boy”, freshly graduated from college, with absolutely no idea what I was doing with my life. I dreaded commuting to a boring job, doing boring work, and living paycheck to paycheck. 

12 year old Benyamin.

Imagine my joy stumbling upon an article of Benyamin, a kid half my age, being featured on BBC for selling a collection of 3,350 images of pixelated whales. That’s £86.57 a pop. I can’t even convince my own mother to buy an air fryer on black Friday and this twelve-year-old boy can make £290,000 from selling pictures of whales?  

I’m not sure whether I felt self-defeated, in awe, or angry. Let’s just say it was a character-building day. 

One thing I’m bad at is accepting no for an answer (not in a creepy way, I promise). Some may call this being stubborn, some call it being persistent, and others call it being stupid. 

Instead of laughing it off and forgetting what I saw, I decided “heck, if a 12-year-old boy can do it, why can’t I do it?” 

My life would forever change on August 27, 2021, the day I went down the NFT rabbit hole. 

Nothing Made Sense, But it didn’t matter.

Up until that point, I had never bought a cent of crypto. I couldn’t tell you what Bitcoin was. I didn’t even know NFTs existed and what the acronym stood for. The idea of people paying for pictures on the internet that I could just copy and paste made zero sense. It still kinda doesn’t, if I’m being honest.

But hey, heck if I cared whether it made sense or not. And if I recall anything from the very few 8am ECON 101 classes I attended, clearly, there was a market of buyers and sellers for these ‘NFTs’. Perhaps this was common sense, but either way, it doesn’t matter.

I just wanted to make cold hard cash. And if you told me there are people out there selling digital images for boatloads of money, you could sign me up. 

Fast forward to April 22, 2022. I’d made it big. Big-ish, relative to some of the whales out there in the crypto sea. What started as $10,000 worth of Ethereum turned into nearly $300,000.

I ended up losing it all, but that’s another story for another time.

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