Day Forty-Nine

The magnolia flowers below the community building have bloomed.

Last month when I passed by, the branches were still bare, like ellipses stretching toward the sky. Nobody paid attention to them, not even birds wanted to linger.

The day before yesterday, I saw a hint of white, like the tip of a brush dipped in ink, gently dotting the branches.

Today, when I look again, more than half of the flowers have opened, with thick, fleshy petals swaying gently in the wind.

Only two weeks have passed.

Suddenly, I remember when I first entered the circle.

Watching others double their investments in a day, feeling anxious and unable to sleep;
Seeing others showcase their profits, eager to achieve financial freedom by tomorrow;
Reading discussions about new narratives in the group, afraid of missing out on a hundred million.

Wanting to grasp everything, wanting everything quickly.

And what’s the result?

Speed is speed—quick in, quick out; rapid rise, rapid fall; fleeting happiness, quick death.

The magnolia flower doesn’t think like that.

It just stays there, slowly accumulating, patiently waiting, quietly blooming.

When the wind blows, it sways; when the rain falls, it shakes.

No rush, spring will come anyway.

A friend said: But the crypto market is different, bull markets are so short, if you’re slow, you’ll miss out.

I replied: Look at the magnolia flower, its blooming period is also short, only about ten days.

But when it blooms, no one complains that it’s slow.

Because it knows that its moment will always come.

What we lack is not speed, but patience.

What we lack is not the ability to seize every opportunity, but the ability to truly wait when the time comes.

Day Forty-Nine: take it slow, and you’ll be faster.

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