At 18 years old, just starting college, I heard that Bitcoin can make you rich.
You register on the exchange and gamble your living expenses on altcoins.
Double in three days, you think you have grasped the essence of finance.
At 20 years old, with a tenfold account, you start skipping classes, watching the market, leveraging, and fantasizing about the next candlestick leading you to financial freedom.
Until one day, a yin thread pierces your dreams. The profit is gone, and the platform is still owed a margin.
You angrily deleted the APP: "Doggy dealer can't play!"
Graduated at 22, blending into the corporate army. Hearing colleagues talk about the bull market coming again, you silently reinstall the exchange, this time only buying $BTC and $ETH.
They struggled for a year, you couldn't hold on and cut your losses, and then the next day it took off.
At 25, I switched jobs to a Web3 company, and my confidence returned. You started researching on-chain data and chip distribution, watching KOLs every day, confidently declaring: "This time it's different."
The result is that $LUNA has gone to zero, FTX has imploded, and your account has halved again.
At 28, during a blind date, the girl asked you: "What are your hobbies?"
You said: "Research blockchain."
She said, "Then the family finances will rely on you~"
You can't smile, your wallet is full of zeroed out dogs.
At the wedding at 30 years old, a friend asked: "Are you still playing in the crypto world?"
You casually held up your glass and said, "HODL."
In fact, the position has shrunk by 80%.
At 32, with a child born, you want to turn things around. Mortgage the house, leverage, go all in on hundred times the coin.
The project was sued by the SEC and went straight to zero. You sit on the toilet, looking at the balance of 3.82U, and start to doubt life.
At 35, you've finally learned to be smart, starting to dollar-cost average into Bitcoin, without FOMO or chasing trends.
I can't be bothered to care about the ups and downs, like watching a movie you've already seen.
40 years old, occasionally investing in new coins, but no longer fantasizing about getting rich.
The child asks you: "What is Bitcoin?"
You said: "The token of faith, the container of cost."
At 50 years old, with a child going to college, you look at the BTC you've accumulated over the years, just enough for tuition.
You finally understand that freedom is not the 0 in your account, but not being manipulated by bull markets and KOL emotions.
60 years old, retired. Looking back at the selections from back then, some have gone to zero, some haven't launched their mainnet yet, and some have increased by 1000 times.
You smiled, closed the app, and took the dog out.
At 70 years old, the grandson asks: "Grandpa, can trading coins make you rich?"
You said: "Yes, but those who get rich quickly are never you."
Life is like a K-line, with bulls and bears, in the end - it will all return to zero. #BTC#