郭浩景

#寻找两百个不同的币安人生 said it without fear of your laughter, I used to be a bank teller in a small place. Every day I counted other people's money through the glass, and after work, I counted my own meager commission. I thought it would be like this for a lifetime, until last year my son sent me a link, saying: "Dad, try this, you can manage your money yourself." I cursed him not to mess around, but at night I secretly registered on Binance.
The first purchase I dared to make was 50 USDT, and when I clicked the mouse, my palms were sweaty, like the first time I paid tuition as a child.
Later, when the market rose a bit, I was so happy I bought my wife a new coat. She asked me where the money came from, and I stammered that the unit had given out bonuses. When it fell, I didn't dare to say a word, lying in bed at night staring at my phone. When the green numbers jumped, my heart trembled, afraid of waking her, I could only bite the quilt.
The hardest part was in May this year when the account suddenly lost a third. I didn't go home after work; I sat on the steps behind the bank, watching the sky darken little by little, thinking maybe I should just delete the app and honestly go back to making deposits. But when my phone lit up, it was a voice message from my son: "Dad, I'm still here, don't go." At that moment, tears really fell. I finally understood that life on Binance is not about getting rich; it's about having someone behind the screen to support you.
Now I'm still at the same counter, after counting the bills, I tell the new young girls and boys: "When the salary comes down, don't save it all, leave a little, try it yourself, don't be afraid of falling, what’s scary is not daring to stand up again."
I'm still on Binance as well, my position is not large, but I take a glance every day, not to see the ups and downs, but to remind myself —
I can hold a bit of hope in my own hands, and ordinary people can also be heard by the world.

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