I had a dream again yesterday, dreaming that I returned to my school days. I went bankrupt and lived a life with no money at all. Then I went back to when I was 17 years old, and I could only walk to school; I couldn't even afford a bicycle, while others had parents who would drive them or ride motorcycles. I was the only one walking to school in the whole village. The villagers pointed at me and said, 'Hey, he’s actually walking. He used to drive luxury cars, why is he walking now?' My childhood friends, whom I grew up with, no longer wanted to talk to me. When they saw me, they turned their faces away and didn't even look at me.
I asked someone to give me a ride on their motorcycle for a short distance, but they looked down on me and directly refused.
So I walked through the village, passing by indifferent crowds. I was wearing patched-up cloth pants on both knees, with my hands in my pockets, coldly observing everything around me, and I felt calm and natural. This was my mental state after experiencing the ups and downs of the cryptocurrency world, I suppose.
