In the stock market, a year is like a day in the crypto world.
For ordinary people, the simplest way to turn their fortunes around is through stocks. Picking good stocks with future potential can help assets resist inflation and double in value. By continuing to invest in other stocks two or three times, one can hope to live a stable life within ten years.
However, the crypto world is highly volatile. When entering, one might face a halving in value, and I ended up becoming a 'loser', starting small-scale plans. If the market drops, I sell; if it rises, I take profits. Earning 1000 USD per month might suffice for living, but that only exists in a bull market. In previous bear markets, it might take half a year to earn 500 USD. As 2024 approaches its end, looking back, the crypto realm has never lacked bold individuals. It’s about whether one can grasp the high points and make it to the end. Mindset is crucial; once FOMO traps the heart, opportunities are missed. Time, energy, and emotions are consumed in this. Sometimes I think of those who failed and left the crypto space in previous years, gradually developing their lives in other ways, becoming down-to-earth honest individuals. I've encountered successful individuals who left at the right time, pursuing studies and traveling the world without worries. I've also met those who treat Bitcoin like stocks, investing regularly and gradually living more comfortably, taking control of their lives.
Perhaps I only see the good, and I'm grateful I can still survive in the crypto world.
Is this what they call pointless lamenting? It just feels very indecisive.
There’s a sense of ethereality, burning through the resources of the mountain, continuously consuming the firewood from the green hills.
On regular days, I manage my daily rhythm well, eating, drinking, exercising, and learning new things. But this unrelieved emotion becomes increasingly profound. Under magnification, it leads to a gambling impulse, wanting to gain more profits to escape the current situation, but it’s precisely this deepened emotion that intensifies FOMO.
I think I’m just a hopeless gambler, unable to perish, addicted to the dopamine of numbers.
