I've read Wang Duanniao's post 'From 0 to 11 million and then to 100k in debt' twice. A sunny big boy from a poor village in Northeast China, riding his electric scooter 40 minutes back and forth every day, listening to 'Between the Rainbow' and regretting not holding on back then. When he had 11 million in his hands, he felt like a king with a feather fan and silk robes; I just quietly gave it a like at the time. Tonight, my wallet lit up. $600 million. No YOLOing into meme coins, no borrowing money to chase gains, no flexing by buying 38 ETH worth of Duanniao NFTs. The numbers just sit there quietly, rising and falling as naturally as breathing. I remembered what Brother Niao said: 'No one has a thousand days of good fortune, no flower blooms for a hundred days.' He climbed back up from 100k in debt by daring to keep tweeting, daring to keep YOLOing, daring to say at the dinner table that he wanted to be the top influencer in the Chinese-speaking world. I’m a bit luckier than him. Lucky enough that I don’t even need to flex—my screen speaks for itself. Turn off the phone. Outside the window, it’s still the same leaky night in the urban village. But this time, it’s not water that’s leaking. It’s light.