Take the Citadel at a third from the depot, you'll thank me when you exit at 40m cap)

Such a joke, I had money for investments for many years, but did not invest, and only a year after my son was born did I invest everything and called myself "the swan and the last flight," apparently just for the sake of the child a man (maybe in my case) is ready to take risks or perish. I decided that it’s better to tell my son, "I tried, I’m sorry, I couldn’t," than "I was afraid and didn’t try." The most terrible thing now is to imagine how his eyes fade at a monotonous job, how his dreams and fantasies fade, just like it happened to me. I will die a bum, but I will take the risk, rationally, on the spot, not in a day, it’s hard, ahead is a struggle with greed, saving, withdrawal, allocation, diversification, concealment, and reinvestment. We are not taught this; we are taught to work and die in poverty, our relatives are our enemies, and friends are envious. We need to change our thinking, but that’s a separate story, we are poor and limited, beggars at heart and for sale, essentially we are "prostitutes," think about what you wouldn’t sell for any money—that’s how much of a person you are, sit down, close your eyes, and imagine sums and what you can buy with them, and find the limit of your prostitution.