Is trading crypto wrong? Are futures contracts just for “gamblers”? Is participating in secondary market trading wrong? Brothers, you’re not gambling—you’re strategizing through life.

If you insist on calling this act of strategizing “gambling,” then under heaven, no one is not a gambler.

Some gamble on which way the situation will turn; some gamble on their lifelong prospects; some gamble on whether people are kind or wicked; some gamble on fate—life and death.

A scholar from a poor family endures ten years of bitter cold-study, reading by a lonely lamp; he bets that one day he’ll pass the imperial examinations and trade the rest of his life for a position in court.

A wandering swordsman carries a flash of blades by his side; he bets on the sword in his hands and his blade skills, exchanging his life for worldly fame.

A person in business stakes everything he has saved, betting on the direction of the times, hoping that one day his fortune will be immeasurable and his wealth will pour in.

Princes and officials set up their schemes and chessboards of power, betting on how people weigh what benefits them and what harms them, fighting to seize control of the land and authority.

Some people place their whole heart as a bet, gambling that one person will never change through old age, willing to spend the rest of their lives rushing to fulfill a vow and staying faithful to their original intentions.

Some people are swept up by ambition, betting on a single run straight up into the clouds; they cast aside the warmth of family ties, tenderness, and conscience—only seeking to reach the top and dominate.

Everyone is trapped in the chess game of the mortal world, walking through the world where danger lies at every step.

We use the passing years and youthful vigor as our principal, use our sincere devotion as our chips, and use our entire life as the chessboard.

Some bet and win fame, fortune, and wealth—only to end up losing their pure original heart.

Someone bet and lost wealth and opportunities, yet still held on to a quiet and stable life.

No one has ever been able to step outside this worldly game. The road ahead is vast and unclear, and the workings of fate can never be truly predicted.

A human life rises and falls; in the end, it’s nothing more than a round of winning or losing, and half a lifetime of drifting and settling.

So I don’t call market trading gambling. I’d rather call it investing.

Outsiders only see whether the market is going up or down, but they can’t tell the difference between blindly taking a chance and using cognition to judge cycles.

There is never absolute certainty in all the choices people make in this world.

It’s just that most people hand their bets to fate and human情.

And you place all your judgments into the visible rules of the market.