Cousin: I’m writing this confession without making excuses or shifting blame, just to be clear: I’m sorry. I didn’t buy realgarrytan in the early days, and what’s even more ridiculous is that— even if I got in later, I still couldn’t hold on. I admit, it wasn’t that I didn’t see the opportunity; I was hindered by my own little cleverness: on one hand, thinking "I’ll buy when it dips, that’ll be more comfortable," while on the other hand, fearing "I’ll be the one chasing the high." The result was the dumbest middle ground—hesitating when the opportunity arose, and then panicking when the market moved. By the time I really took action, my mindset was already tainted: I wasn’t making judgments, I was trading based on emotions. What’s even more embarrassing is that I couldn’t hold on. I clearly knew that this kind of thing relies on faith and discipline, yet I treated "short-term fluctuations" as "long-term conclusions." I wanted to cash out at the slightest rise, and started doubting myself at the slightest fall; when I saw a red candle, I feared a pullback, and when I saw a green candle, I feared it would go to zero. In the end, I became a textbook example: buying in hesitation, selling in fear, and missing out in confidence. Cousin, I’m not regretting not making money; I’m regretting that I didn’t have the execution I should have had. You reminded me about "narrative, rhythm, and holding on," and while I said I understood at the time, I still fell into my old habits: overthinking, acting in bits, and not holding on enough. I’m admitting my mistake to you and setting rules for myself: if I encounter similar opportunities in the future, I either won’t touch them; once I decide to get in, I’ll write out my strategy in advance—reasons for buying, stop-loss conditions, phased plans, and the range of drawdowns I can handle—then execute according to the plan, not going crazy at the moment, and not letting the candlesticks lead me by the nose. Be timid when I need to be timid, and hold on when I need to hold on. Lastly, I’ll say it again: I’m sorry, cousin. This time, I lacked vision, execution, and couldn’t hold on. Next time, I’ll make up for this apology with my actions.