If life is compared to an adventure game, then my past eight years have been spent grinding in the high-difficulty dungeon of 'cryptocurrency trading,' resulting in no legendary gear but rather being chased around the world by anxiety and greed. It wasn't until yesterday, during a deep conversation with a senior in the circle, that I realized I had been like a Muggle under the spell of 'wealth illusion,' holding a golden rice bowl while still searching for food tracks everywhere.
One, the overlooked 'reality buff.'
It might incur people's 'hatred' — I own a fully paid house in the provincial capital, equivalent to having a permanent safe house in the game; a stable high-paying job is an automatic healing 'super skill'; with six hundred thousand in savings and monthly earnings of twenty to thirty thousand 'gold coins,' this setup is undoubtedly a 'golden player' in the real world. But I am just like the unsatisfied old woman in 'The Fisherman and His Wife,' guarding a mountain of gold and silver while eagerly looking at the 'wealth pie' in someone else's pot.
After listening to my troubles, my friend burst out laughing: 'Brother, you're driving a Lamborghini but complaining it's not as fast as a helicopter!' This stung but made sense; while many people are overwhelmed by mortgages and car loans, I focused all my attention on the fluctuating K-line charts of virtual currencies, resembling someone staring at the delicious food on their phone wallpaper while forgetting the gourmet meals laid out before them.
Two, the 'emotional usury' of the virtual world.
The cryptocurrency world is like an endless carnival, with stories of sudden wealth being the most enticing fireworks. Some people have turned a few thousand into hundreds of thousands, while others have made a comeback overnight thanks to 'insider information.' These 'wealth myths' hook my heart like a bait. I watch market trends like an information crawler, keeping an eye on them 24/7, even dreaming of conversing with K-lines. The result? I didn't make much money but instead accumulated a head full of anxiety, worrying about 'plummeting coin prices' even while trying to sleep, becoming just like a neurotic retail investor from 'The Wolf of Wall Street.'
What’s worse, time has become the most expensive chip in this game. I missed my child's first steps, missed traveling with family, and spent the time I should have used to manage my life all in a 'gamble' full of uncertainties. Like Faust, who sold his soul to the devil, I exchanged my precious time for an ethereal dream.
Three, the 'arm-wrestling competition' with desires.
Greed is like the One Ring in 'The Lord of the Rings'; once put on, it's hard to take off. After eight years of cryptocurrency trading, I became that Gollum enchanted by the ring, clearly holding the key to happiness yet constantly yearning for the 'treasures' hidden in someone else's cave. It wasn't until I hit rock bottom that I finally understood that excessive desire is like inflating a balloon — the bigger it gets, the worse it bursts.
Learning to be content is like unlocking the 'happiness secret.' When I began to pay attention to the small joys around me — the first ray of sunlight on the balcony in the morning, the innocent smiles of children, the warm embrace of a loved one — I realized that these free 'happiness props' are far more real and lasting than the excitement brought by virtual currencies. Like Tao Yuanming's 'Picking chrysanthemums by the eastern fence, I leisurely see the southern mountains,' letting go of obsessions allows one to see the most beautiful scenery of life.
Four, the 'system upgrade' of restarting life.
Now, I have decided to press the 'restart button' on my life. I will use the time I spend daily checking market trends to learn baking, turning flour in my hands into sweet bread; this tangible sense of achievement is a thousand times more solid than watching the virtual numbers rise and fall. Joining a cycling club, I ride with like-minded friends along mountain trails, and the feeling of the wind on my face heals all my anxieties.
I have also tried participating in charity activities, chatting with the elderly in nursing homes, and teaching children in mountainous areas. When I saw the smiles blooming on the faces of the elderly and the eager eyes of the children, I suddenly understood that true wealth is the ability to bring warmth and hope to others. This 'spiritual recharge' is far more precious than any investment return.
Five, the 'pitfall prevention guide' for the future.
This tumultuous experience has led me to summarize a few 'life strategies': regularly give myself a 'spiritual cleanup,' completely delete the 'junk files' of anxiety and greed; invest like cooking, balancing between meat and vegetables, and not throwing all ingredients into the high-risk 'frying pan'; most importantly, learn to coexist peacefully with emotions, like taming a wild horse, respecting its wildness while guiding it in the right direction.
Eight years of cryptocurrency trading feel like a bizarre dream. Now that I have awakened from the dream, I finally see clearly: true wealth is not the numbers in a bank account, but the abundance and peace within. In the days to come, I want to be the 'protagonist' of my own life, no longer led by desires, and write my own happy script amidst the real warmth of life.
The above demonstrates the insights and changes brought by my cryptocurrency trading experience from multiple dimensions. If you have other thoughts on aspects like the article’s language style or case selection, or if you have additional requests, feel free to let me know.
