You were the first in the whole family to open the candlestick chart and step into the futures market.

No mentors to lead the way, no family members understanding you—alone, you set foot on this path that no one speaks well of.

When your account was losing, you could only hear people piling on blame with, “We told you not to touch it long ago.”
When you managed a little profit, everyone would brush it off as just luck for the moment.

Outsiders don’t understand why you’re so stubborn about staying the course—only you know the answer in your heart.
Your elders spent a lifetime entrusting their lives to fields, assembly lines, and the daily grind of consumption, with fate dictated by the outside world;
but you didn’t want to follow the rules blindly—you wanted to hold the steering wheel of life in your own cognition and thinking.

You were the first in your family to monetize through your way of thinking,
the first person who didn’t have to scrape by by reading people’s faces, and who had independent backbone,
the first to dare to confront market battles head-on and take the rules on directly.

This road is full of loneliness, with no companions beside you.
You moved forward by yourself—piece by piece through scattered words, trading books, and countless rounds of loss-and-learn trial and error.
Every day you battled the market’s rules, fought your own greed and fear, and kept tugging back and forth with your capital amid the up-and-down swings.

An awakening of the mind rarely comes with fellow travelers—you just had to be the one who broke the old way of living first.
Even if, in the end, you never reached the ideal shores, it’s still enough to prove: someone once stepped onto a road that no one else had dared to enter.