At 18 years old, you secretly registered your first exchange account in the dormitory. When the counselor conducted a surprise check, your phone screen was flashing with the BTC candlestick chart. "Staring at these colorful lines all day, you might as well memorize a few more words!" He snatched your (Blockchain Revolution), and the image of Satoshi Nakamoto on the cover squinted in the sunlight from the window.
At 20 years old, you put all your living expenses on a "1000x coin." Your aunt came to see you at school and glanced at the wall covered in token white papers: "My son has already been promoted at the bank, are you still studying this air?" Late at night, during a liquidation, you heard drunken laughter from the barbecue stand downstairs: "The crypto world is just a field of leeks!" You stared at your zero-balance account, and the USDT balance resembled your score when you failed the college entrance exam.
Graduation season at 22 years old, your roommates are dressed in suits for interviews, while you are in a Vitalik Buterin-style T-shirt, debugging the mining machine in your rental. Your mother sent a link for civil servant exams, and you replied with an 'HODL' meme. Late at night, while writing a smart contract, you suddenly thought of the computer science girl you had a crush on in sophomore year—she once said your Ethereum wallet address was like a love poem.
At 25 years old, you mortgaged all your savings to go long. During a family dinner, your uncle raised his glass and laughed, "We have a financial genius in the family—turning real gold and silver into virtual numbers!" On a stormy night, you curled up in your car staring at the charts, the rhythm of the windshield wipers resembling a liquidation alarm.
At 28 years old, the DeFi project collapsed, and an investor stormed into the office, slamming the keyboard: "Fraudster!"
"Give me back my hard-earned money!" You swallowed the third melatonin pill but saw the formation of ants on the windowsill—exactly like the head and shoulders bottom on the candlestick chart.
At 32 years old, you are proficient in on-chain data analysis. The 'ten-year-old leek' who mocked you back then @-ed you in the Telegram group: "Big boss, please take me along!" You shoved your alma mater's employment offer into the shredder and turned to your assistant, saying, "Return the Lamborghini, I'm taking a shared bike to the Binance conference."
At 40 years old, the waves in the Maldives surged, and your wife smiled, saying, "Look, doesn't it look like..."
"BTC's three-level theory?" You opened the satellite hotspot and discovered that a meme coin you invested in early was skyrocketing. The sunset elongated your shadows, sketching a perfect Fibonacci sequence on the beach.
At 50 years old, your granddaughter built a "blockchain" with Lego, and you suddenly felt teary-eyed. Those years of confiscated phones, your aunt's disdain, and the shouts of rights defenders ultimately settled into that untouched Bitcoin in your wallet—just like the first mining machine you hid under your bed at 18, always buzzing.
