Every day I still send out daily records of my life as usual

I occasionally open my eyes to glimpse the world, pitying that I am but a person in the eyes of others.

The market in the past two days has been a bit absurd, not making money is just my own incompetence. I have already decided to keep trading with this money; if I have that fate, I might stop after making about four million. Following others in trading is to find some emotional value. Watching the market and trading alone for a long time without communication is particularly painful, and I have nothing much to say. I will just let time pass slowly. To have the fate to get rich but no luck to survive, I am just a common person, hoping for freedom in the coming and going of the world.