My cousin achieved financial freedom by trading Bitcoin. Three years ago, he said he made a million from trading BTC. I didn't feel much, but when his Mustang° was parked at my door, I felt it. My cousin is a year older than me; he has faith in Bitcoin. He once told me to buy it, and I wanted to believe, but I've always been poor. When it was 2000, I was working, making a salary of 2000 a month. When it was 5000, I was still working, earning 3000 a month. If it happened again, I still wouldn't buy it. There's no other reason; it's just poverty, and more importantly, fear. Maybe this is what they call a poor person's ambition being short. Although I don't think I'm a coward, the facts seem to suggest otherwise, and the people around me have given that impression. It seems like fate. A few days ago, they held a dragon dance in his neighboring village, and I happened to be visiting his house. He invited me to go watch. Sitting in the passenger seat, I didn't say much, just like the old me, using silence to respond. Everything has its reasons. He firmly believes in Bitcoin; he made it, while I firmly believe I shouldn't worry about money.