When there are people in the crypto world who have human warmth.
Eight years in the crypto world made me feel that people in this space are living too 'refined'.
Spending too much time in this circle often leads to extreme mental fatigue, and there is a suffocating feeling everywhere. People in the circle might understand that feeling: the deeper and longer you go into the circle, the more 'human warmth' fades.
Every day immersed in cycles, fluctuations, contracts, and strategies, staying up all night watching K-lines, new projects, and new narratives, these have become the entire meaning of life. When the market does not meet expectations, days feel like years.
The market is often called a testing ground for human nature, and traders should be wise enough to understand human hearts. But I found that I have forgotten how to love, even how to accept love. The softest and most touching parts of life have been squeezed into nowhere by years in the crypto world. I began to ask myself: Am I still human?
In eight years, I've seen too many people with millions of USDT in their accounts, yet they wouldn't even spend on a decent meal in reality. Chatting with them only reveals whether the main players have sold off, whether the market makers are still there, and where the funds have flowed, but the simplest human joys, whom they like, or who likes them, they disdain. They, including me, are no longer 'human'.
Recently, Lao Yu has been pondering the philosophy of the crypto world: it is a financial utopia intertwined with technology and greed, cloaked in the guise of freedom and innovation, yet its core is so cold it sends shivers down the spine. Here, profit is the only pass, and trading crushes all emotions.
You may encounter seemingly heart-stirring people, but they vanish in an instant— in the crypto world, even the habit of trusting others is devoured by suspicion. You instinctively project the market's coldness onto interpersonal relationships, making warmth a luxury.
I once thought the crypto world was a cradle of dreams, a smooth path to freedom. Now, to me, it resembles a walled city without an exit, trapping not the body, but my true kindness and beauty. The asceticism of the crypto world is not just an emotional desolation but a silent erosion of the bottom line of human nature. The decentralization touted by Web3 should be the key to liberating human nature and reshaping trust, yet the reality is that it has alienated us from each other, leaving our souls cold.
Do we, the people immersed in the crypto world, still remember our original selves? Where has the one gone who would have their heart race at the words 'I like you' and feel warmth from a simple greeting? You dare not remember, for in the circle, nostalgia makes you seem weak, even ridiculous. But I increasingly cherish these memories—they are like a faint light, reminding me: what makes us human is not just living, but loving.
I want to say to my future self: I'm sorry, my cultivation is not enough; I haven't found the holy grail to balance both. I need more time.
My friend, do you pause before the walls of the crypto world, whether desiring to step inside or wanting to escape?
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