When I initially chose that node, I was certain that the downtrend would become the prevailing trend, so I heavily staked my position on the direction.
Who would have thought the wind would suddenly shift? The market kept climbing, and the entry point I’d chosen was quickly left far behind.
At first, I could still console myself, thinking it was only a temporary rebound—I would just wait quietly for the market to return to expectations.
But watching the price break through one barrier in my mind after another, each step higher only tightened the strain in my heart by another degree.
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My fingers hovered countless times over the close-position button, yet I never managed to press it.
I was afraid that once I exited, the market would immediately reverse—leaving me with the punchline of “cutting off at the halfway point of the mountain”;
I was also afraid that if I continued to hold, the uptrend would persist, completely shattering the last shred of hope.
#比特币突破8万美元大关
My position was like cotton soaked through with water—heavy, pressing against my chest, stuck halfway up the mountain, leaving me unable to decide whether to go or stay.
Everyone knows the principle: in investing, nothing is more taboo than being trapped in obsession.
But once you’re deep in the situation, people always carry that faint, fragile hope—waiting for the market to turn back, waiting for the sentence: thankfully I didn’t exit.
As the night grows deeper, I don’t know how many people are on the other side of the screen, watching these wavering curves, holding inverse positions, and enduring the same sleepless night.
Who would have thought the wind would suddenly shift? The market kept climbing, and the entry point I’d chosen was quickly left far behind.
At first, I could still console myself, thinking it was only a temporary rebound—I would just wait quietly for the market to return to expectations.
But watching the price break through one barrier in my mind after another, each step higher only tightened the strain in my heart by another degree.
$BTC $ETH
My fingers hovered countless times over the close-position button, yet I never managed to press it.
I was afraid that once I exited, the market would immediately reverse—leaving me with the punchline of “cutting off at the halfway point of the mountain”;
I was also afraid that if I continued to hold, the uptrend would persist, completely shattering the last shred of hope.
#比特币突破8万美元大关
My position was like cotton soaked through with water—heavy, pressing against my chest, stuck halfway up the mountain, leaving me unable to decide whether to go or stay.
Everyone knows the principle: in investing, nothing is more taboo than being trapped in obsession.
But once you’re deep in the situation, people always carry that faint, fragile hope—waiting for the market to turn back, waiting for the sentence: thankfully I didn’t exit.
As the night grows deeper, I don’t know how many people are on the other side of the screen, watching these wavering curves, holding inverse positions, and enduring the same sleepless night.
