This might be my last major move lately. I want everyone to understand one thing: if you win, you have to learn to take profits. Spending every day in the market, sooner or later there will be a fall. Just like last night, many people held long positions while sleeping, only to wake up and see all the profits wiped out—brutal, but it’s too normal in this circle.

Now, ETH is hovering around 3165. If it continues to break the previous low, I have no qualms about admitting my long position loss. But at this level, when the bottom is clearly visible, I have no reason not to take a gamble. Of course, if the trend really reverses completely, there’s nothing to catch above 3000. Don’t talk to me about 3130 or 3080—after dropping from 3400, the strong resistance and support at 3250 couldn’t hold, so what’s 3080?

Tomorrow I’m heading for a road trip to Shangri-La, I need to rest. Knowing when to rest and exit at the right time is the long-term way. If I hadn’t had this awareness last night, wouldn’t catching the bottom have cost me? Doing what others dare not do, not doing what others want to do, and daring to do what others dare not—this is my rhythm.

Many people say that after rejoining the circle, old friends are gone. I’m still here, mainly trading futures, and rarely doing spot trading. Why am I still alive and able to make money? Not because of other side gigs, but because I know how to hide, how to run, how to withdraw funds for DCA, and how to allocate capital. Although my results aren’t impressive in the eyes of the big shots, and even not enough for a single trade of theirs, as long as I surpass my past self, I’ve won. I’ve truly won too much.

There are also a few friends in the crypto circle who might be reading this update. They know how hard my life was in the past. In this life-and-death game, temporary profits are not eternal; surviving is the goal.

Tomorrow I’ll go see the snow-capped mountains, and if I meet any girls on the way, I’ll take a picture and show my brothers.