There are always people asking: 'Should I enter the crypto world?' This question itself reveals a misunderstanding— the crypto world has never been a multiple-choice question, but a merciless mirror of truth. It does not care about your choices; it only reveals your character, habits, cognition, and even the underlying color of your soul, exposing everything.
It questions your risk tolerance, reflecting whether you are a lamb or a hunter.
Some stake three months' hard-earned money, unable to sleep at night when the K-line twitches, fleeing in panic at a 5% rise; while others, like small supermarket owners, enter the market with fifty thousand spare cash, remaining unmoved amidst the waves, calculating their profits. The great tremors of the crypto world never test the thickness of your wallet; they measure your tolerance for the 'unknown abyss'.
If you are gambling with your living expenses, and your heartbeat is more chaotic than the K-line, then this is not your hunting ground; it's a slaughterhouse. Those who truly survive as players have long regarded 'volatility' as breathing—like seasoned sailors facing storms, knowing when to furl their sails for safety and when to brave the waves, never jumping into the sea just because the waves are towering.
It strangles your cognitive laziness, reflecting whether you are prey or predator.
The cruel iron law of the crypto world: fantasizing about making money outside of your understanding is more delusional than trying to pluck stars with your bare hands. Some buy coins just because the name sounds nice, while others can chew and digest the logic of smart contracts in the white paper; some treat community rumors as gospel, while others focus on on-chain data to dissect supply and demand.
That delivery guy, who walks the streets by day and curls up under streetlights at night reading blockchain tutorials, can now earn extra money through project evaluations. His realization is cold and real: 'No one here cares who you are, only how much you can see through.' Those who cry 'I can't play' are, at their core, 'too lazy to learn'—and the crypto world, this meat grinder, is best at swallowing and stripping the lazy in cognition.
It lures and devours your greed, reflecting whether you are a gambler or a strategist.
What flashes on the exchange homepage is carefully refined bait: '200% surge in 24 hours', 'new coin launches and skyrockets'. These numbers are bloody hooks, specifically designed to catch those deluding themselves with dreams of instant success. How many people make a small profit from regular investments and then call themselves 'the chosen one', leveraging and chasing after vapor coins, ultimately turning their principal into dust.
Veterans who truly navigate bull and bear markets all have a cold 'guillotine of desire' in their minds. They invest with the precision of Swiss watches and cut losses with the ruthlessness of a sharp knife. They are not without desires; they simply understand how to shackle greed—those who can restrain the beasts of desire in this jungle of crypto have already won 80% of the chips for survival.
Finally, tearing away the veil of kindness to speak the truth:
The crypto world is neither a lifeline nor a bottomless abyss. It is a treacherous and unpredictable dark sea. Skilled swimmers can ride the waves, while those afraid of water tremble at the shore, and those who wish to cross on a piece of driftwood are doomed to be swallowed by the towering waves, leaving no trace.
If you still insist on asking 'should I come?', my answer is: first stand before this mirror of truth and see yourself clearly.
If you can embrace chaos, squeeze time to learn, lock greed in an iron cage, and bring some spare cash to test the waters, you might catch a glimpse of the faint light of a new world; but if deep down you still harbor the illusion of 'getting something for nothing', then the raging winds and waves of this sea will be a hundred times more ferocious than your deepest fears.