The starlight in the muddy land: the rural loser and the $NIGHT 's counterattack road
I was born in a small village on the Loess Plateau, a rural loser in the eyes of others. The ridges of the fields were the paths of my childhood, with mud on my clothes, burdened by poverty. My ancestors faced the dirt and turned their backs to the sky, and I thought my life would also be nailed to this barren land. When night fell, the village was plunged into darkness, with only the sounds of frogs and the wind; that was my most desperate moment, but also the instant my dreams began to sprout.
Dropping out of school and moving to the city, I worked at construction sites carrying bricks and washing dishes in restaurants, living in a basement, eating cold steamed buns, with the city’s neon lights having nothing to do with me. Every late night, I curled up in a corner, watching the lights outside, unwillingly gnawing at my heart—I didn’t want to be a bottom-dwelling ant for my whole life. By chance, I came into contact with web3, learned about virtual currency, and this online world that grew in the dead of night hid countless opportunities for ordinary people, becoming my weapon against fate.
Without education, without a foundation, what should I do?
I bought a second-hand computer with the spare change I saved from working odd jobs, spending every night in Binance Square researching the value and ecology of NIGHT. While others slept soundly, I devoured tutorials, learned operations, and wrote content, filling my notebook with obscure knowledge, gradually building my own world in the darkness. I started sharing my success stories and insights on NIGHT in the square, bringing in the topic of #night, transitioning from being unnoticed to slowly gaining attention. Each post of 100-500 characters is my charge against fate.
Countless times I wanted to give up, but thinking of the fields back home and the cold eyes in the city, I gritted my teeth and continued to delve deeply in the Midnight Network. Sweat will never betray my persistence; through my deep engagement with NIGHT and content creation, I slowly accumulated resources and income. Once a rural underdog, in each steadfast Midnight moment, I hope to break free from the shackles of poverty by leveraging the light of NIGHT.
Today I stand under the sunlight of the city, looking back on the road I've traveled. Those pitch-black nights and cold basements, constantly writing articles, refining and revising. Origin is not fate; as long as one dares to run in the dark, $NIGHT will pave the way for every person unwilling to be ordinary.
