That year, I was 24, having worked for nearly 2 years, and I considered myself someone whose life was 'on the right track.' I had a stable income, small investments, and understood savings and financial management. But what truly made me sit in front of the screen late at night, gritting my teeth to buy my first Bitcoin, was not a candlestick chart from some tweet, nor a call from an influencer, but a deeper sense of fear: FOMO, anxiety about the future, distrust of fiat currency, and unease about my own fate.
In the past, I had biases against Bitcoin. The news only reported on crashes, scams, and environmental issues; elders said it had no intrinsic value; colleagues laughed and said, 'How could something like this become currency?' I once echoed those sentiments until I started to truly think about one question: If the money I have now becomes worthless in the future, what is the meaning of my hard work over the years?