#最近的一笔交易

The contract market is like a turbulent deep sea, hiding suffocating anxiety everywhere. Recently, the rhetoric that 'the end of the contract is zero' has been rampant, and many stories that once floated in the tide of leverage have ultimately turned into the flickering zero data on the screen, making one shudder. The market is vast like an endless wilderness, with opportunities coexisting with risks, but for us 'retail investors' at the bottom of the food chain, every entry feels like dancing on the tip of a knife—knowing full well that right-side trading might be a relatively safe survival rule, yet being dragged into the abyss by inner greed when the trend arrives.

Everyone understands the reasoning: right-side trading emphasizes 'no bottom fishing, no top touching', entering the market in a clear trend and taking profits when they are available. But how easy is it to resist the impulse of 'earning double' when the K-line soars? When account numbers swell at a visible speed and adrenaline spikes, rationality has long been thrown out of the window. How many people enter with the intention of 'taking profits and exiting', only to lose themselves in the waves of the market, transforming from short-term speculation into heavy betting, ultimately being devoured by reverse fluctuations that swallow their principal.

Spot trading seems like a gentler choice, requiring no constant attention to leverage multiples, just patience to hold positions at low points. Yet, in the face of the lucrative temptations of the contract market, maintaining the 'slow money' of spot trading requires immense self-discipline—watching others double their money in a single day on contracts, while the gains in one’s own spot account seem trivial. This psychological torment is more exhausting than the risks of short-term operations. Perhaps, as the old traders say: 'Spot earns the money of cognition, contracts gamble on the weaknesses of human nature.'

In the quiet of the night, watching the fluctuating market on the screen, there are always those who silently pray: hoping that the ups and downs of the contract market will eventually have a gentle end, wishing that everyone staring at the screen late at night can wait for their own dawn. We struggle in this uncertain market, not only for the chips of life but also to prove our judgment in the wave. May we all find balance in the game between greed and rationality, moving further—no matter how slow the pace, at least we are still moving forward.