(Transition) At 18, you just started college and heard that trading coins could make money.
You opened an account, took the living expenses from your parents, and bought a shitcoin. Three days later, it doubled.

You think you are a genius.

At 20, you are a sophomore, and your account has doubled. You start skipping classes, staring at candlestick charts all day, fantasizing about becoming the next Buffett. Until one day, the market suddenly crashes, and all your profits are gone, and you even lose your principal.

You curse: 'Dog fund!' and then uninstall the app.

At 22, you graduated and found a regular job.
The salary is not high, but enough to live. One day, colleagues are talking about stocks, and you feel itchy, so you download the trading software again.
This time you learned your lesson, only to buy Bitcoin for 'value investing,' but the price stagnated for a year, and you couldn't hold on, so you sold.

The next day, it started to skyrocket.

At 25, you switched jobs to a financial company, your salary increased, and your confidence returned.
You began to study technical analysis, drawing trend lines, looking at MACD, and confidently saying: This time it’s different.
As a result, a year-long deep bear market came, and your account was halved again.

You comfort yourself: It's just bad luck.

At 28, you met a girl through blind dating.
She asked you what hobbies you have, and you said: 'Researching investments.' She smiled and said: 'That's great, you can handle the family finances.' You felt a tightness in your heart because you knew your account was still in the red.

At 30, you got married.
At the wedding, a friend asked you: 'How's the stock market lately?' You chuckled awkwardly: 'It's okay, long-term investment.' In reality, your account was already down 40%, but you didn't dare to say it.

At 32, a child was born.
You started feeling anxious; milk powder, diapers, kindergarten, everything costs money. You told yourself: 'I must earn it back!'
So, you leveraged your position and went all in on an 'insider tip.' The next day, news broke that the exchange was delisting, and the coins you held were dropping 30% in value every day.

You sat in the car, smoking, staring at the numbers in your account, feeling despair for the first time.

At 35, you finally faced reality and started dollar-cost averaging into Bitcoin.

The market slowly warmed up, and your account finally broke even.
But you found that you no longer cheered for surges or got angry about drops like you did when you were young.

You just calmly watched the candlestick charts, like watching a movie whose ending you already knew.

At 40, your child started school, and expenses for tutoring and extracurricular classes kept increasing.

You occasionally buy some shitcoins, but you no longer fantasize about getting rich.

One day, your child asked you: 'Dad, what is the crypto world?'
You thought for a moment and said: 'It's a group of people buying hope with money, but most of the time, what they buy is just lessons.'

At 50, your child is in college, and tuition is expensive. You looked at your account, and the money saved over the years was just enough.

You suddenly remembered that youthful dream of 'financial freedom.' Now you understand that freedom is not the number in your account, but no longer being enslaved by desire.

It turns out that life is like candlestick charts, with rises and falls, but in the end, it all returns to calm.

In the last second, you hear the bell of the exchange.

On the screen, that shitcoin you bought when you were young is still being traded.

And your account has long been cleared to zero.

What I want to say is that lowering your stakes is the beginning of success.$BTC $MEME