Day 48
8 AM, opened the computer.
Walked to the window, and just happened to see the sun no longer glaring—like a cooked egg yolk, soft and hanging gently at the horizon. The clouds were tinted orange-red, layers upon layers, like ocean waves, yet also like cotton candy.
Weekend, most people in this city are resting at home.
I looked at this quiet moment.
99+ messages in my phone, 99+ discussions in group chats, 99+ fluctuations on the trading software.
Afraid of missing out, afraid of falling behind, afraid that if I don't watch the charts for one second, they'll skyrocket the next.
But stand
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