When the message about the account liquidation popped up, my girlfriend sat next to me, head down, tears streaming down, shoulders shaking, filled with a sense of injustice and despair.
I quietly watched her while my screen displayed a pop-up announcing my winning streak in Candy Crush.
After trading for a while, I had become accustomed to cutting losses decisively whenever I saw red, eliminating bad market conditions; playing Candy Crush felt like second nature, effortlessly clearing blocks of colors and winning without obstacles.
Numbers, charts, and troubles in the game were easy for me to clean up.
Yet the sadness from the liquidation, the unstoppable tears before me, had no button to clear away with a single click.
I conquered the winning streak in Candy Crush and could control the ebb and flow of the market, but I couldn't erase the brokenness in reality nor soothe her feelings of injustice. I had triumphed in everything calculable, yet when it came to emotions and pain, there was no way to level up or delete them.
Everyone is grinding so hard; why do I not have so many little stories?
#ETH
I quietly watched her while my screen displayed a pop-up announcing my winning streak in Candy Crush.
After trading for a while, I had become accustomed to cutting losses decisively whenever I saw red, eliminating bad market conditions; playing Candy Crush felt like second nature, effortlessly clearing blocks of colors and winning without obstacles.
Numbers, charts, and troubles in the game were easy for me to clean up.
Yet the sadness from the liquidation, the unstoppable tears before me, had no button to clear away with a single click.
I conquered the winning streak in Candy Crush and could control the ebb and flow of the market, but I couldn't erase the brokenness in reality nor soothe her feelings of injustice. I had triumphed in everything calculable, yet when it came to emotions and pain, there was no way to level up or delete them.
Everyone is grinding so hard; why do I not have so many little stories?
#ETH