Every midnight, I engage in a frantic battle of thoughts! Should I escape? Is it liberation? Should I pause? Should I delve deeper?
Eight years in the crypto world makes me feel that everyone here lives too 'shrewdly'...
Staying in this circle for too long often leads to extreme mental fatigue; there is a suffocating feeling everywhere. People in the circle may understand that feeling: the deeper you go, the fainter the 'human touch.'
Every day, immersed in cycles, rises and falls, contracts, and strategies, staying up all night watching K-lines, new projects, and new narratives — these have become the sole meaning of life. When the market doesn't meet expectations, days feel like years.
The market is often called a trial ground for human nature, and traders should be wise enough to understand the human heart. But I find that I have forgotten how to love, and I don't even know how to accept love. The softest and most touching parts of life have been squeezed out of me through years of experience in the crypto world. I begin to ask myself: Am I still human?
Over the past eight years, I have seen too many people with millions of USDT in their accounts, yet they won't even splurge on a decent meal in reality. Chatting with them will only tell you whether the major players have sold off, whether the market makers are still around, and where the funds have gone, but they disdain the simplest human experiences — whom they like, who likes them. They, including myself, are not 'human.'
Recent philosophical reflections on the crypto world: the crypto world, a financial utopia woven from technology and greed, cloaked in the garb of freedom and innovation, yet its core is chillingly ruthless. Here, interests are the only passport; transactions crush all emotions.
You may encounter someone who seems to make your heart flutter, but it is fleeting — in the crypto world, even the habit of trusting others is devoured by suspicion; you begin to instinctively project the market's indifference onto interpersonal relationships, and warmth becomes a luxury.
I used to think that the crypto world was a cradle of dreams, a smooth path to freedom. Now, for me, it feels more like a walled city without an exit, trapping not my body, but my genuine kindness and beauty.
The asceticism of the crypto world is not just an emotional wasteland, but also a silent erosion of the bottom line of human nature. The decentralization advocated by Web3 should be the key to liberating humanity and reshaping trust, yet the reality is that it distances us from one another, leaving our souls cold.
Do we, who have immersed ourselves in the crypto world, still remember our original selves? The one who would have their heart race at the words 'I like you' and feel warmth from a simple greeting — where have they gone? You dare not remember, because reminiscing in this circle will make 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 being alive, but also 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 find yourself pausing in front of the walls of the crypto world, whether yearning to step inside or wanting to escape?