I am the first in my family to open a candlestick chart, and also the first to shift my gaze from stocks to the world of cryptocurrencies. No one taught me, no one understood me, and I dare not bring it up at the dinner table— they had already made up their minds: trading coins is gambling, virtual currencies are scams, and contracts are shortcuts to losing everything. But as I watch those numbers flickering day and night, the flow of funds on the chain, the sleepless global trading markets, I always feel that there is an answer there that I want to break free from. In my eyes, blindly following rules and working a regular job is the biggest gamble of my life— betting on the rigidity of cognition, betting on the solidification of three generations of social class, betting on the false hope that you will never face major upheavals.

So I choose to venture alone into this uncharted wilderness. Starting from the white paper of Bitcoin, learning from Ethereum’s smart contracts, searching for logic in the communities of various altcoins, piecing together whale traces from on-chain data. No one told me what support levels are, what divergence means, no one explained how to digest the despair after liquidation. I can only piece together clues from fragmented online posts, reverse engineer patterns from failed trades, and engrain muscle memory from repeated stop-losses. Candlesticks, moving averages, MACD, RSI—each indicator is a comprehension forged from real money lost; FOMO, FUD, panic selling, market manipulations— I’ve tasted every emotion firsthand. I’ve endured countless nights at 3 a.m. during Federal Reserve meetings, experienced the suffocation of accounts halved within five minutes, and watched profits double turn to nothing in greed. I’ve taken many wrong turns; I’ve endured sleepless nights of anxiety.

In the real world, I can only remain silent. Relatives think I’m wasting my time, friends think I’ve gone mad, elders advise me earnestly to “be more down-to-earth.” They don’t know that I am no longer that naive youth dreaming of overnight riches. I am fighting against rules, battling human greed and fear, engaging in unequal battles with global quant robots, market makers, project teams, and whales. Every order I place is a test of my cognition; every position I hold is a challenge to my faith; every exit is a reaffirmation of discipline. I gradually realize that this market has no teachers, only opponents; no luck, only probabilities; no end, only evolution.

Awakening has never been a one-person matter, but someone has to wake up first. I am like the pioneer sent out by my family to explore the unknown— standing in a swamp, facing fog ahead, with doubt behind. I cannot guarantee I will reach the shores of financial freedom, nor can I guarantee I will come out unscathed, but I must walk this path. Even if I end up bankrupt and zeroed out, at least I have proven that I have truly stepped on this road. Even if I don’t reach the destination, I have at least verified which pitfalls to avoid, which trends to chase, and which rules are irreversible. These experiences may serve as signposts for those who come after, or perhaps break the family’s stereotypical notions of “stability” and “adventure.”

If sacrificing a generation is necessary to broaden this family’s cognitive boundaries, then I am willing to sacrifice my entire life. I don’t seek understanding, only that someday in the future, when my descendants open a candlestick chart again, they will no longer feel lonely or lost, because they will know that someone has already walked through the darkest night for them. #我的Gate交易時刻