In the investment market, people are always chasing two illusions: a crystal ball that predicts the future and a spotlight that never goes out. When concepts like AI, Trump, and animal coins take turns to appear, each story is wrapped in the candy coating of getting rich quickly, and every believer is convinced they will be the chosen one.

But the laws of the market have never changed: when even street shoeshiners are talking about stocks, the bull market has come to an end. Those hotspots that are rendered as 'turning points of human civilization' are merely variations of a game of musical chairs. The sickle always reaps when the flowers are in full bloom, leaving 99% of participants to chew on bitterness.

Admit that you are not the superhero who can catch flying knives, and understand that 95% of the noise in the market has nothing to do with you. Among the weak waters of three thousand, only take the ladle that belongs to your cognitive boundary. Just like an old fisherman never chases after schools of fish but weaves a sturdy net at the passage of the tide—when the waves bring fish and shrimp, they will naturally fall into the net you have prepared for ten years.

The essence of wealth is the realization of cognition, and it is also a long-lasting battle against the weaknesses of human nature. The hustle and bustle belongs to them, while you have your own mountains and seas.