At the age of 18, you just entered college and heard for the first time that "cryptocurrency trading can make money" in the chat with your roommate. With an ignorant vision of wealth, you opened an account with the living expenses given by your parents and bought a niche altcoin. Three days later, a pop-up window appeared, indicating that the account number had doubled. You stared at the green increase on the screen and felt that you were born to work in finance.
At the age of 20, you, a sophomore, have already rented an off-campus apartment with the doubled funds in your account. Skipping classes has become the norm. You watch the candlestick chart day and night, follow the orders of the "big guys" in the forum, and fantasize about achieving financial freedom before the age of 30. Until a Black Friday, the market suddenly burst into a series of liquidations. You watched your profits disappear in the plunge, and finally even lost your money for food. When you uninstalled the software with curses, a pop-up window in the lower right corner of the computer was pushing "90s new coin circle riches have obtained tens of millions of assets."
At the age of 22, you just graduated and work a nine-to-five job in an office building. When your colleagues talked about stocks, you somehow downloaded the trading software again. This time you learned to be "smart" and bet all your savings on Bitcoin, firmly believing that "value investment" can bring stable happiness. However, Bitcoin has been sideways for a whole year. When you finally couldn't bear it and sold your stocks the next day, the price suddenly broke through the historical high like a monkey. You looked at the news on your phone, remembered the position you just sold, and smoked a whole pack of cigarettes in the company toilet.
At the age of 25, you changed jobs to a financial company with a monthly salary of over 10,000 yuan, and felt that you had finally found the code to wealth. You stayed up late to study MACD golden crosses and head and shoulders tops, and drew trend lines all over your notebook, telling everyone you met, "This time is really different." But the year-long bear market came without warning, and your account shrank from six figures to five figures. The "technical analysis" you once boasted about became a joke at the wine table. You said to yourself in the mirror with dark circles under your eyes, "It's just that I'm unlucky."
At the age of 28, your blind date asked you about your hobbies, and you hesitated and said "researching investments". You dared not look directly at the light in her eyes, because you knew that there was last month's credit card bill hidden in the drawer - the number on it was twice the balance of your bank card. At the wedding, your friends teased you that you were a "hidden rich man", and you smiled and raised your glass, and the ice cubes at the bottom of the glass reflected the screenshot of your mobile phone showing - 40% of your account.
At 32 years old, you are a new father, smoking in the garage late at night. The money for the baby's crib, the mortgage next month, and the registration form for the early childhood education class are like a huge rock pressing on your chest. You almost opened a leveraged transaction and bet all the 100x coins in the "insider information". At three o'clock in the morning, the exchange suddenly announced that the currency was delisted. You looked at the red number in your account beating every second, and for the first time you understood what "missing a beat" meant.
At the age of 35, you finally gave up your addiction to watching the market and started investing in Bitcoin every month. The market gradually recovered after a long bear market. When the account numbers returned to the starting point, you were not as ecstatic as you imagined, but just stared at the K-line chart on the screen in a daze - those ups and downs that once made your heart beat faster now look like an electrocardiogram. You suddenly realized that true maturity is not to beat the market, but to learn to reconcile with your own desires.
At the age of 40, your child asks you with his schoolbag on his back, "What is the cryptocurrency world?" You look at the fixed investment plan on the desk and whisper, "That was a game that Dad played when he was young. Some people won numbers, and some people lost time." The sunlight shines through the screen onto the keyboard, and you think of the night 20 years ago when you stayed up all night watching the market. At that time, you could never have imagined that the most precious "financial freedom" is no longer being led by the numbers on the screen.
At the age of 50, you send your child to college during the freshman season. The number on the bill makes you subconsciously open the trading software, and the assets accumulated in your account for ten years just cover the tuition. A flash message pops up in the lower right corner of the screen: "A certain altcoin hits a new low in ten years." You look at the familiar token symbol and suddenly laugh - it turns out that some stories have a predetermined ending from the beginning.
When I closed my computer, the closing bell of the exchange just happened to ring. The sycamore leaves outside the window rustled, and you thought of the passionate self twenty years ago, and suddenly understood: life is not a candlestick chart, there is no eternal high point, and there is no eternal low point. All the "opportunities" given by fate have already been secretly marked with prices, and true maturity is to learn to hold your anchor in the tide of desire. Editor share polish the writing style of the article, add some details to describe the creation of a novel with cryptocurrency speculation as the main line. What enlightenment does the wealth story of the cryptocurrency circle have for young people?
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