I have been busy and idle recently. I have eaten delicious food and suffered the consequences. I have experienced pain and some happiness.
Suddenly I felt that life is full of ups and downs, and it seems meaningless. Like Bitcoin, it has surged to 70,000 and dropped to 54,000, but most of the time it is between 50,000 and 60,000, grinding away at the tribulation.
If you are bold, you will be trapped. If you are timid, you will miss it. It is really like a jade, with demons all around the areola, going back and forth.
Sometimes I wonder, if I really sell all my bitcoins, what's the point of holding on to the money? How many girls can I pick up? How many cars can I drive? How many houses can I live in?
What's more, if you date too many girls, your life will be shortened.
Then I would retire to the mountains and become a leisurely traveler who has no worries about food and drink. It would be pleasant, but safety would become a problem. Even if I was lucky and safe, when I die, what would I do with the money I couldn't take with me?
Alas, in this world, being poor is bitter, being rich is bitter too. So is the meaning of coming to this world just to experience this bitterness?