Another day, another loss on the $1 game on Binance.

I know it’s just a dollar, but when you try again and again—each time with a little spark of hope—it starts to weigh on you. I went in thinking, “Maybe this time,” just like I always do. I stared at that spinning wheel, holding my breath, wishing that it would finally land in my favor. But no. It didn’t. Not today.

It sounds silly to be upset over something so small, but it’s not really about the dollar. It’s about the hope behind it. The feeling of maybe catching a tiny break in this chaotic world. That little win, even if just a dollar, would’ve meant more than money—it would’ve been a sign. A sign that things are starting to turn around.

But I didn’t get that sign today.

Still, I refuse to let this shake me. I won’t let a string of losses define me or make me feel like I’m unlucky in life. Some people win early, some win later—but I believe my time will come. I’m not giving up on that tiny glimmer of hope. I’m not letting a small game make me question my worth or dim my motivation.

One day, I’ll win. Maybe it won’t even be on Binance. Maybe life has something bigger in store for me. But until then, I’ll keep going. I’ll keep trying. And most importantly, I’ll keep believing in myself—even when the odds seem small, even when the wheel spins the wrong way.

Because the moment you stop believing is when you truly lose.

And I’m not losing today.