#CreatorPad Last night I slept like a future millionaire, whispering to myself, “Next year, I’ll retire early, travel the world, and live stress-free.” The dreams were sweet, filled with yachts, luxury, and endless freedom. But then reality came crashing in. The market, unpredictable as always, slapped me awake with red charts and losses, whispering back: “Forget retirement, next year you’ll be hustling harder than ever—maybe even delivering pizzas to survive.” It’s that cruel balance between hope and harsh reality. One night, I’m a billionaire in dreams. The next morning, I’m calculating if I can even afford extra cheese. 🍕$TLM