Four years ago, I happily bought $FIL coins at 300 each.

At that time, you firmly believed that decentralized storage would change the world.

And the result?

The price of the coin plummeted, and you remained silent.

You uninstalled the exchange, deleted Twitter, and even dared not mention the words "crypto world" again.

You started to work hard, live seriously, and told yourself:

"Forget it, this thing is not suitable for me."

Until today——

A colleague laughed in the break room and said: "I heard FIL has skyrocketed."

You froze for a few seconds, your heart began to race.

After returning home, you trembled as you re-downloaded the exchange,

logged into that long rusted account,

looked at the K-line, and saw the familiar yet unfamiliar number 3U.

You laughed, and as you laughed, tears started to fall.

Not because of the lost money,

but because that passionate, naive, faith-filled self,

finally reappeared on the screen.

The most brutal part of the crypto world is not the loss,

but——it really makes people "reunite."

Cherish every old project that can still pump,

because in its lifetime,

it may only burn once.

Being trapped means it's half a lifetime again.