They told us we couldnāt fly.
That it was better to keep our eyes on the ground, obey the herd, run when things burned, and bury our heads when the world screamed too loud.
For years, we accepted the cage as habitat.
They gave us social networks⦠but tied us up with rules.
They offered freedom⦠but sold it to advertisers.
Until one day, one of us ālike that ostrichā
lifted their head, spread their wingsā¦
and refused to follow the script.
š” Thatās how Nostr was born.
Not as a network, but as an act of resistance.
A protocol with no owners, only keys.
No moderators who censor,
only nodes that hold you up.
Because freedom doesnāt always look like an eagle.
Sometimes it looks like an ostrich that, tired of not flying, decides to try anyway.
And against all odds⦠it flies.
š§ If youāre reading this, youāve stepped out of the pen too.
You didnāt accept the narrative.
And that, brother, sister⦠is flying.
š Share this message with those still running in circles.
š£ Comment: What did you feel the first time you posted on Nostr?
How did it change the way you express yourself? Whose voice did it set free?
šāšØ Because this isnāt just a protocol.
Itās proof that when code is honest,
truth can grow wings too.
#FreeNostr #DecentralizedFlight #DigitalResistance #WakeUpAndFly #ProtocolOfTruth #NoMoreSilence
