#比特币与黄金战争 I only realized how ruthless reality can be after entering the circle.

At first, I was just a rookie—following the crowd's cheers to buy, daring to go all-in on K-line charts I didn't even understand. The more bizarre the name of the "potential coin," the more aggressively I bought. Naively thinking that any random purchase could double in value.

Reality gave me a slap. I missed all the upward trends and caught every fall. My principal was cut from one end to the other, and I didn't even dare to look at the final account balance. My in-laws felt even worse—my father-in-law saw me still staring at the screen and snapped, "If you have that much energy, you might as well pay off the mortgage!" That one sentence hit me right in the lungs, making me feel like I wasn't a person anymore, which almost drove me crazy.

The turning point came from my wife. She didn't scold me but laid out my trading records and household accounts together, making me do the math myself. This loss was equivalent to three months' worth of baby formula. That drop was our entire month's salary. She sighed and said, "This isn't a casino; this is our living money."

At that moment, I was completely awakened. I wasn't losing because of market trends but because I turned trading into a temper tantrum.

Later, she set some rules for me—strictly no full positions, abandoning follow-the-crowd strategies, and passing on K-lines I didn't understand. Before each trade, I had to discuss it with her. It might sound like my freedom was restricted, but in fact, it was like installing brakes on myself.

The money indeed grew more slowly, but I no longer had nights staring at the screen or heart-pounding moments. Now, my mindset is more stable—rationally viewing fluctuations and systematically executing plans. Living this way is much easier.

Looking back, the person I should thank the most in this life is her. If it weren't for her pulling me back, I might still be throwing tantrums.