Day 49

The magnolia flowers in the courtyard downstairs have bloomed.

When I passed by last month, they were still bare branches, like ellipses stretching toward the sky. No one paid attention to them, not even birds wanted to perch.

Two days ago, a little white appeared, like a brush tip dipped in ink, lightly dotting the branches.

Today, they've already opened halfway, the petals thick and fleshy, swaying gently in the wind.

Just two weeks between.

Suddenly remembered when I first entered the circle.

Saw others double their money in a day, couldn't sleep from anxiety;

Saw others show off their earnings, wishing for financial freedom tomorrow;

Saw discussions of new narratives in the group, feared missing out on a hundred million.

Wanted to grab everything, wanted everything fast.

What happened?

Fast was fast—fast in, fast out, fast up, fast down, fast living, fast dying.

The magnolia wouldn't think this way.

It just sits there, slowly accumulating, slowly waiting, slowly blooming.

When wind comes, it sways; when rain comes, it trembles.

No rush, spring will come anyway.

A friend said: But crypto is different, the bull market is only so short, being slow means missing out.

I said: Look at the magnolia, its bloom season is short too, just ten-odd days.

But when it blooms, no one complains it's slow.

Because it knows, that moment meant for it will always come.

What we lack isn't speed, it's patience.

What we lack isn't the ability to seize every opportunity, it's the ability to truly wait when we should.

Day 49, slow and steady wins the race.

Spring will come anyway, flowers will bloom.#Gate广场AI测评官