Today I want to share a story with you: I suddenly noticed a handsome guy in the mirror. I was really stunned for three seconds. He had sharp short hair, a stylish white shirt, a straight back, and very clean eyes. But you know what? Ten years ago, he was completely different. At that time, he lived in a small single room, facing the computer screen at 3am. He didn't shave his beard for three days, and his friends laughed at him for being careless, to put it simply, a bit messy. The turning point starts with one word, BTC。 Yes, it's Bitcoin. At that time, blockchain was still a completely new world for him. He followed a few friends and plunged into the research, often staying up until two or three in the morning. Until one day in the elevator mirror, he saw himself with oily hair, wrinkled shirt, and bloodshot eyes. I almost couldn't recognize it as myself. He later said so. From that day on, he decided to change. It's not a sudden comeback, but rather a gradual change. Clothes are no longer scattered, alcohol is no longer consumed, weekends are spent hiking, reading more and more books, and smoking less and less. Nowadays, he occasionally has a smell of smoke on his body, but that's because a friend handed him a cigarette, but he didn't light it when he received it. The gaze is no longer as lively as before, but more steady, like a deep pool that can hold its breath. My friends say: You have changed a lot. He smiled and said, 'I just got back to what I should be.'. Later, he understood one thing: true freedom is not about doing whatever he wants, but finding composure in self-discipline. Those rules, such as going to bed early, being neat, and being restrained, actually gave him the greatest freedom. Perhaps each of us is like him. Only by going through chaos can one understand clarity, and only by falling down can one learn to stand firm. The proudest thing for a person is not to survive in chaos, but to find freedom in order, not to live easily by chance, but to live with dignity by self-discipline. He no longer makes people feel sorry, he has become the pride of his family. The person in the mirror is me, not me. He is the person I want to be and the person I should be. We looked at each other through the glass, smiling at each other. Then, I withdrew my hand, turned around, and walked into a brand new day that belonged to me.