Step into the southern sky, shatter the spirit of the night, if you leave and never return, then you leave and never return.
Someone wrote this line into a passionate novel, I walked it into the crypto world.
I still remember the beginning, I only had 1000U.
Not a rich second generation, not a news insider, not skilled with mystical indicators, and definitely no 'insider teacher'.
What I had was just a bit of unwillingness —
unwilling to be led by salary, mortgage, and life for a lifetime.
Trading really feels like an exciting yet cruel romantic journey.
You think you are in love with the market,
only to be awakened the next second by a needle.
Liquidation, drawdown, questioning life,
account glowing green, mindset completely shattered.
But I slowly understood:
The market is not short of opportunities; what it lacks is people who can survive.
From full margin betting to small margin trial and error;
From chasing highs and cutting losses to only doing certainty;
From trading every day to patiently waiting;
From shouldering emotions alone to reviewing with a group, growing together.
Someone asked me:
"Is making money important?"
Important.
But what’s more important is —
what kind of person you became in the process.
Later, the market gave the answer.
1000U → 10,000 → 100,000 → 500,000.
It’s not getting rich overnight; it’s the confidence gained after stepping into pitfalls again and again.
It’s not a divine operation; it’s embedding risk control into your bones.
I have seen too many people:
Some gain is heavy debt,
Some gain is the vast starry sea.
The difference has never been luck, but choice.
If you are also on the road,
with a small account, a confused direction, and chaotic emotions,
don't rush.
Only those who can endure the darkest moments,
deserve the next wave.
