People who are familiar with me know that during my years in the cryptocurrency circle, from 2016 to 2019, I have always struggled in the quagmire of losses. My investment skills are not outstanding, and I was able to turn things around only because of luck. I happened to stand at the forefront of the times and enjoyed the rare dividends. As for those legendary people who went from nothing to financial freedom, I have no way of knowing their mentality. But in the battlefield of the cryptocurrency circle, I know the real motivation of retail investors in pursuing financial freedom: they are not pursuing personal recklessness, but to make the lives of those around them easier and no longer struggle for their livelihoods.

Now, I want to talk about an event in the past that I still find hard to let go of. There are no fancy words, no self-boasting remarks, only memories of past sufferings.

A long time ago, my life was full of struggle and helplessness. One winter morning, I rode my electric bike to send my sister to school. I passed a familiar street where my uncle, my grandmother's brother, lived.

When I was a child, my friends and I often played on this land, and we often met my uncle. He was thin and tall, giving people a kind of elegant temperament. He always wore a round straw hat, a white vest, and an unbuttoned white shirt as a jacket. His smile was always so bright that it seemed to infect everyone.

Because I am an introvert, every time I met my uncle on the street with my friends, I always prayed silently in my heart: Don't recognize me. But every time, my uncle could recognize me accurately and asked with a smile: "Are you going out to play? Do you have any money?" Before I could answer, he took out a small cloth bag from his jacket pocket, which contained a roll of change, and forced it into my pocket so that I could buy more food.

Besides, my uncle often came to visit my grandma. My grandma broke her leg in an accident when she was a child, and she had a limp when she walked. My uncle loved her very much, and every time he came to visit her, he would bring some fruits and snacks, and call me over to chat with me.

Grandpa and grandma often quarreled, and every time my uncle came, he would patiently persuade them and tell them to understand and cherish each other. I listened quietly on the side, full of respect for my uncle. Although I never called him uncle, in my heart, he is always a good elder.

As time went by, I grew up and started attending junior high school in the city. The school was quite far from home, so I chose to live on campus and only went home once a week. Since then, the once familiar street and my uncle's figure gradually faded out of my life.

Later, I learned about my uncle's recent situation from my family. It turned out that his life was not going well. After his aunt passed away, he raised two sons alone and helped them get married and start a family. However, the wives his sons married were extremely unfilial and often abused him. At first, he could still help with farm work and make ends meet. But as he got older, his hands and feet were no longer flexible, so he was forced to eat leftovers and had to endure illness. These news shocked and angered me, but I was powerless.

I could only listen to my family's stories silently, and whenever I heard something indignant, I couldn't help but want to stand up for my uncle. But I knew that for the adults, this was someone else's family affair after all, and they were powerless to do anything.

That winter morning, when I saw my uncle's frail back again, my heart was filled with endless emotion. I can't forget the elder who once gave me warmth and love, nor can I forget the suffering he suffered in his later years. This memory will always remain in my heart and become an inseparable part of my life.

It has been four or five years since I last saw my uncle. At that time, he was in rags, and there was no other word to describe him. He was leaning on a cane, or more accurately, he was leaning on it with his armpit, and he would stop to rest after every step forward. He was wearing a tattered snow hat on his head, which reminded me of my great-grandfather's appearance when he was alive.

Speaking of my great-grandfather, I would like to say a few more words. Although I don't know him as well as my uncle, my grandmother once told me stories about those difficult years. When my great-grandfather was young, he raised horses for the army to support his family, allowing them to escape the great famine from 1958 to 1961. However, when I was in the first grade of junior high school, my father suddenly called and told me that my great-grandfather had passed away. When I went home on Friday, the funeral was over. From my grandmother, I learned the cause of the tragedy: my great-grandfather was unable to move and needed someone to help him to a wheelchair to move. It happened to be a market day, and no one was at home. My great-grandfather was lying on the bed alone, and the stove beside the bed was warming him. Unexpectedly, the quilt was ignited, causing a fire. When the family found him at noon, there was nothing left. My grandmother burst into tears when she told the story. She mentioned that my great-grandfather didn't want her to spend money recklessly when he was alive. He refused to eat even a few yuan of buns, and always blamed her for being old, having difficulty walking, and making money. I listened silently, with mixed feelings in my heart, and I understood that my great-grandfather had worked hard all his life and never enjoyed happiness.

My great-grandfather was mostly taken care of by my uncle in his later years, who was over 70 years old at that time.

My thoughts went back to that early morning, the sky was about to break, and the wind was cold. I rode an electric bike to send my sister to school. I had already dropped out of school at that time. My uncle did not notice me, and I did not take the initiative to recognize him, nor did I stop to say hello, just like in my childhood. If it were my childhood, I might feel lucky, but that time, from the back to the passing of me, in just a dozen seconds, a hundred kinds of complicated emotions surged in my heart.

At that time, I always thought that I would repay him after I made money, because only with money could I have the courage and ability. However, this was just my wishful thinking. That was the last time I saw my uncle.

A year later, in December 2019 (I started to make money in the cryptocurrency world in 2020), my father received a call while having dinner with my family. From their conversation, I learned that my uncle had passed away. At that moment, my heart was broken.

After the call ended, my father asked me if I remembered my uncle. I nodded calmly on the surface. My father said that my uncle was not seriously ill and if he had not been abused by his family, he might have lived for more than ten years. I still responded calmly, but my heart was already turbulent.

Back in my room, I fell into deep thought, thinking back to that morning. I shouldn't have been so cowardly. I should have stopped and taken my uncle to have a hot breakfast. How many minutes would this take me? At least he could know that his beloved granddaughter still remembered his kindness, and maybe he would feel warmer.

To this day, I often think of that morning and my uncle's kind smile. Sometimes I think that if he could hold on for another year, I would be able to make up for it, at least materially. But it's ridiculous to think about it. Isn't all this because of the poverty in the beginning?

That difficult time made me realize that I had to work hard and I had no choice. I didn't want something like that to happen again, which made me more self-disciplined.

At this moment, I think of these, just as it is said in "The Four Lessons of Life": Even if your fate is destined to be glorious and noble, you should always be prepared for loneliness; even if your fortune is good, you should also anticipate adversity.

When I first entered the cryptocurrency world, like most people, I dreamed of making money and enjoying a life of luxury. However, as things happened around me, I realized that my original idea was too naive. Perhaps this is also the reason for my long-term losses. In superstitious terms, it is because my virtue is not worthy of my position.

Today, I am very glad that I still have that self-control. As long as I don't make overly impulsive or stupid decisions, I and the people around me don't have to worry about basic living needs. Although I come from a poor family and haven't graduated from junior high school, I haven't become arrogant or uninhibited. I won't do whatever I want like some nouveau riche, and I won't indulge in luxurious yachts and male model life. In daily group chats, I just make jokes occasionally and don't really pursue those flashy things. In fact, except for that thing that makes me deeply regretful, my life doesn't have any big regrets.

In general, I cherish every hard-earned harvest more, knowing that every meal is hard-earned. Material abundance gives me a sense of security, but I have never regarded it as a reason to indulge myself. In the currency circle, I often see people shouting about loan poker, thinking that as long as they buy mainstream coins, they can make a profit without loss. This may be true in theory, but it is not so simple in practice. It is not easy to integrate knowledge and action, which I have deeply experienced in previous transactions. In every bull market, countless people choose to loan poker, but only a few can successfully pocket money in the end.

What I want to say is that we are not fools, especially in the cryptocurrency world which is full of smart people. Before making a decision, we'd better calm down and think about our advantages and why we can be one of the few successful people. At the same time, we should also consider whether we have the ability to stand up again if we fail.

This time, I am just expressing some of my inner feelings, and I don't want to preach anything as a teacher. Maybe my ability to express myself is not perfect, but I hope to at least be able to express my thoughts and experiences clearly. For me, speaking out is always more comfortable than keeping it in my heart.

If you are confused now, don't know how to choose a currency or don't understand the market, you must choose carefully. Of course, if you want, you can also join me, Master Ye Jincun, to discuss and operate together. I hope we can all succeed in this field and realize our dreams of wealth. #WIF #BOME #Meme代币 $SOL $PEPE