The end of the holiday

I took a nap at noon today, but this ordinary nap was the first nap I had taken in a long, long time. Because a long time ago, I gave up my lunch break completely. Because I think I can do anything I want. Although there were many difficulties and challenges throughout the correction process, I finally made it. But I still took a lunch break today. It was really because I had too little sleep at night recently. Due to these reasons, I was taking a lunch break while desperately trying to get out of my dream. At the same time, I felt unusually refreshed after waking up from my sleep. It’s the feeling of pleasure you get after resetting your computer. A lot of garbage has been removed, so everything feels refreshed. The streets in the afternoon were filled with a mixture of water, mud and dust due to the heavy snow that fell all day yesterday. When I walk on the road, I often have to be careful when walking. Just to see my hometown one more time before leaving my hometown, and to take advantage of the festive atmosphere to have more fun. This long-lost nap was like pressing a mandatory “one-click restore” for a system that had been overloaded for too long.

When I walked out of the house, the cold air rushed into my lungs, taking away the last trace of chaos in my dream. The streets under my feet were far less light than in a dream. The almost crazy blizzard last night had long lost its holiness when it first fell under the rays of the midday sun. Snow, muddy water, and fine dust fermented in the land, forming a thick, dark gray mixture. I moved my steps carefully, and every step was like a silent farewell ceremony with this land.

As an accountant accustomed to precision and logic, I should have been repelled by this chaotic physical environment, but at this moment, I was looking for a delicate balance. Just as I once believed that with enough willpower I could completely eliminate the need for lunch breaks, I am also trying to take control of this time that is coming to an end in my hometown. This “sense of control” has always been my creed. Whether I am delving into those volatile cryptocurrencies or reviewing the financial reports of NVIDIA and Palantir late at night, I always try to sort out a path to certainty from the complicated numbers.

The festive red lanterns on both sides of the street are still hanging, swaying in the cold wind mixed with mud and water, revealing a stubborn liveliness. This kind of liveliness may seem a bit noisy to me at ordinary times, but now, because of the “last look before leaving” filter, it actually seems particularly friendly. As I walked through the noisy crowd and looked at the faces busy for the New Year, the unfinished “Cyber-Pup” project suddenly came to mind.

In the logical structure of OpenClaw, every instruction is clear, but in the real streets of hometown, emotions are vague and fluid. I think about the Hugo blog I am building. Those codes and texts will eventually be delivered to some corner of the world through Cloudflare and become an anchor for my thinking. But now, as I step on the muddy land of my hometown, what I think of is the essence of value investing: looking for the most essential support that is underestimated amidst everyone’s carnival or separation.

To me, my hometown may be that company with extremely solid fundamentals, but which was hit by a blizzard in a short period of time. Although the road is messy and the mud and water soak the trousers, its intrinsic value - the cultural identity and sense of belonging flowing in the blood - has never changed. Just like I once gave up my lunch break in pursuit of ultimate efficiency, but was saved by a nap when I was most tired. I once longed to run further away, to see the prosperity beyond the Nikkei Index, and to experience more cutting-edge technology. But on the eve of departure, I found that I still longed to stay on these muddy streets for one more second.

I stopped in front of a bookstore, my shadow reflected in the glass window. 23 At the age of 0000TOKEN, I am standing at a wonderful intersection: the rigorous balance sheet is on my left hand, and the code and digital currency full of variables are on my right hand; behind me is my hometown covered with blizzard embers, and in front of me is the distance that I am about to embark on.

That refreshing feeling “after a computer reset” still surges in my chest. Those anxieties about the past year, the redundant files about work pressure, and the self-doubts about the future seemed to be completely cleared away with that struggling nap. I no longer worry about whether I have broken the “no nap” principle, because the real strong ones dare to dynamically adjust their strategies based on the logic of the current environment.

I continued walking forward, my steps firmer than before. Since you are destined to leave, then regard the mud on the ground as the most real touch of the earth. I will take this refreshment with me to face the next challenge, to build my Cyber-Pup, to find real value in the volatile market. The blizzard in my hometown and this unexpected and beautiful afternoon will become core drivers that can never be deleted from my system disk.