Today the market made a small profit, so I casually withdrew some money and went to the old shop downstairs to order a bowl of pork trotter rice.
There’s nothing special about the operation, I just wanted to sit down, eat some hot rice, and remind myself that I’m still in the rhythm.
You know?
The first time I got liquidated, I was also sitting in this shop. At that time, my pocket was empty, and I could only afford the cheapest vegetarian rice.
While chewing on cold rice and vegetables, I stared blankly at the exchange's liquidation records, cursing myself for being too impulsive, while my mind was still calculating how to recover my losses.
At that moment, I truly understood:
Making money in crypto isn't about gambling for sudden wealth, but about whether you can keep your heart steady.
Even if the account only has 50 USDT left, do you dare not to chase, not to add, not to stubbornly hold on? Do you dare to admit that this round was wrong, then stop, adjust, and wait for an opportunity?
Now that I’ve made a small profit, I’ve actually become more cautious. When I make money, I withdraw some to have a meal, not to reward myself, but to give myself a reminder that 'you won because you stayed steady.'
Money is earned to be spent, not to be left as a digital illusion on the exchange. Every withdrawal is an affirmation of self-discipline.
Every bowl of pork trotter rice is a testament to maintaining the rhythm; don’t underestimate these seemingly trivial little rhythms. Those who can control themselves not to get carried away after winning, and not to panic after losing, are the ones qualified to survive in this market.
You ask me, what is a master? It’s not about having an exploding account balance, but about sitting in front of a bowl of pork trotter rice, with clarity and respect in their eyes.
What do you think?
