Ahhh there’s a thin line between being tested and being fucked up. Sometimes I wonder if the end of being fucked up is death or being fucked up more. Imagine being fucked up more than dying lmao. The height of being fucked up is being fucked up more.
It’s like holding a token that is going down, thinking it has bottomed only for it to go down more. You’re checking the charts every five minutes, sweating, whispering “This is fine” while your portfolio does a nosedive into the abyss.
You tell yourself, “It’s just a test, it’ll bounce back,” but the market’s like, “Bro, you thought that was the dip?” and yeets your hopes into another dimension.
Next thing you know, you’re refreshing the app at 3 a.m., questioning every life choice that led you to this moment. The real fuckery is when you start calculating how many instant noodles you can buy with what’s left of your bag. Yaaawwwwwwwwww.
And yet, you hold because giving up feels like admitting the universe won. Is it resilience or just being fucked up more? Who knows—either way, you’re in too deep now.
Ladies and gentlemen. The market keeps testing me. But it will not kill me. I will not die but live. And I will see the end of this and come out of it
Amen.