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#美股群
一群韭菜赌狗交流个鬼啊
大家一起摇骰子、赌大小
指望靠数量来增加胜率吗

我作为一颗独立思考的韭菜
赔了只会愿赌服输 面壁思过
而非破口大骂隔壁韭菜误我
但那些老师成群的美股群里
骗子义正严辞韭菜鬼哭狼嚎
赚钱认爹赔钱骂娘蔚然成风
小白以为取得真经指日可待
转头被人忽悠进了小雷音寺

[林恩 @Lynnli7698]

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[ChooChoo @choochooqu]

I’ve been meaning to talk about gold for quite a while now… finally got around to finishing this write-up. Or maybe I just happened to be in the mood today 🥱
https://t.co/ADbRyp287G

[ChooChoo @choochooqu]

其实在温哥华待久了，生活状态真的就像那首诗里写的，活脱脱就是那种“选得幽居惬野情，终年无送亦无迎”的感觉。有时候我也琢磨，是不是该换个城市、换种活法，但想来想去，确实没什么头绪。

你说去乡下吧，肯定没温哥华方便；而且论山河湖海、论四季风光、论空气质量，这儿的底子摆在这，世界上能比肩的城市确实少之又少。

那换到大都市呢？我真想不出理由。如果不是非得回去“打工”、在职场里挣扎，我为什么要为了那些没完没了的吵闹、浮躁、交通拥堵，还有那死贵的生活成本，去强迫自己忍受呢？

[ChooChoo @choochooqu]

正所谓：“君不见，黄河之水天上来，奔流到海不复回。君不见，高堂明镜悲白发，朝如青丝暮成雪。人生得意须尽欢，莫使金樽空对月。天生我材必有用，千金散尽还复来。”

虽然本人烟酒不沾，无法“举杯邀李白，对影成三人”，但在精神世界里，我们绝对称得上是高山流水、伯牙子期。人生在世，总是起起落落、浮浮沉沉，没有任何人、事、物或生活状态是恒定不变的。佛家讲：“一切皆是因缘和合而成。” 也许今朝“时来天地皆同力”的运势，明日便“运去英雄不自由”了；又或许“朝为田舍郎，暮登天子堂”。这世间万象，其实都不过是时也、命也。

家人说我从小就是个天生的享乐主义者。但我想，当一个人认定了人生底色是悲凉时，她反而更会用力地抓住当下每一个可以感受生命的机会—无论是苦还是乐、是恨还是爱。

[O.O @beyond_jungle_]

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[O.O @beyond_jungle_]

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[ChooChoo @choochooqu]

For anyone in the investment community, whether professional or amateur, it’s a cliché to say that Warren Buffett is our greatest teacher. We talk endlessly about his philosophies and his approach to capital. But as I was scrolling through my Instagram feed tonight, catching fragments of his interviews before closing my eyes, I was hit by a realization that felt almost uncomfortable: My primary feeling toward Buffett isn't admiration. It’s envy.

It isn't envy of the net worth, the success, or the global influence. It’s an envy of his way of being.

Think about it: how many people on this planet get to make a living doing, mostly, just thinking?

We live in a world that fetishizes the "Operator"—the brilliant entrepreneur changing the world through sheer force of will. But as a massive introvert and loner who prefers the sanctuary of my bedroom or the safety of an oversized hoodie, the "Operator’s" life looks like a nightmare. I think about the hundreds—if not thousands—of clients, employees, and shareholders they have to manage. I see calendars filled with back-to-back meetings and the endless, exhausting talking required to give commands and fix daily problems. To me, that doesn't feel like success; it feels like suffocation.

Most people—even the successful ones—are trapped in a high-frequency, low-leverage loop. They spend their energy on the "crap": the friction of human egos and the tedium of logistics.

Buffett, on the other hand, has engineered a life of cognitive freedom.

His decisions are massive, given the scale of the capital involved, but he has the luxury of time. He gets to sit with a single idea for weeks, months until whenever he’s comfortable with releasing the trigger. He isn’t dealing with the "manufacturing floor" of life; he isn't coping with the "idiots" that most of the workforce is forced to tolerate. Instead, he has spent a lifetime working with a peer—someone like Charlie Munger—who wasn’t just a partner, but a mental mirror. Someone who complemented his intelligence and shared his silence.

We often talk about his "Circle of Competence" as an investing rule, but I see it now as a lifestyle defense mechanism. He refuses to play any game where he doesn't have an edge, and that includes the social game of corporate performance. He has effectively opted out of the noise.

People always wonder how he stays so healthy despite a diet of McDonald’s and Cherry Coke. To me, it’s the ultimate proof that the secret to longevity isn't found in a supplement bottle or a biohack. It’s about the absence of friction. It’s about how joyful and fulfilled your life becomes when you remove the "tax" of doing things you hate with people you don't respect.

The man has truly lived a perfect life.

[O.O @beyond_jungle_]

我与春风皆过客，你携秋水揽星河。

此生有幸能遇见，纵使悲凉也是情。

[大漂亮| C Labs @giantcutie666]

https://t.co/ROZ3IDsWWU

[O.O @beyond_jungle_]

这。。。属于什么非人的玩意儿？🤔

[O.O @beyond_jungle_]

@dlw20202020 我爸妈最欣赏的小孩就是她这种 — 学习好 + 长得丑，两个quality缺一不可。学习好、长得漂亮都不行，因为“看着不踏实“。导致我一个小女孩，在最爱美的年纪一直被爸妈各种、从头到脚往丑里折腾，美其名曰是为了我心无旁骛地“一心只读圣贤书”。看吧，每个能心理还算健康地长大成人的东亚小孩都是一个奇迹

[ChooChoo @choochooqu]

Walking through downtown earlier today, a girl in a group stopped me to say, “Hey, I really love your jacket.”And I immediately replied, “Thanks, do you want it?”

She laughed, obviously assuming I was joking. But as I actually started shrugging the thing off, the confusion visibly set in. She looked momentarily blacked out, then started stammering, “No, no, no, I didn’t mean that. You don’t have to…” before basically turning around and bolting.

A pity, truly.

And let’s be clear: this isn’t me trying to play the saint. The jacket was already on its way out. I’m currently packing for a move, and a significant portion of my wardrobe — long condemned as glorified dust collectors — is about to lose its rent-free living privileges in my apartment and go find new homes with my best wishes. At the end of the day, some material relationships are only meant to cross paths briefly… So lately I’ve been giving certain clothes a “one last wear” before tossing them into the donation pile, and today was one of those occasions. Plus, it was sweltering outside anyway.

If anything, I would’ve genuinely preferred the piece went to her rather than disappearing anonymously into the donation void. Especially because this was someone who not only actually appreciated it, but was also kind enough to compliment a complete stranger on the street.

But afterward I kept thinking: why not? Why did she retreat from the idea so quickly?

Because if it were me, I genuinely wouldn’t have hesitated. I’d take it, say “how lovely, thank you,” then probably ask if there was anything I was wearing that caught their eye too — hat, sunglasses, shoes, whatever. As long as it isn’t my wallet or my pants, I’d very likely be down. Mostly because I think it’s fun.

I don’t know. Life already feels aggressively over-structured, socially over-calibrated, and painfully predictable most of the time. I think people should allow themselves a little more randomness. A little more spontaneity. Otherwise we’re all just speedrunning the same script every day while pretending that’s a fulfilling way to live.

[Ripe @BTCKiK]

这条视频完整解释了为什么修行可以逆天改命，
因为真正的修行，本质上是在改一个人的心性，而八字、奇门这些术数，很多时候算的是惯性，

普通人的人生，其实大部分都活在惯性里
就是你是什么性格，吸引什么人，什么欲望，走什么路，什么执念，吃什么亏，所以命会呈现出一种很强的规律性，这就叫做惯性

比如一个人贪财、好胜、急躁，那他到了某个大运、流年，就很容易因为贪去重仓，最后在那个时间点爆掉，
术数看到的，其实是这个人的性格结构，在特定时间里会被放大到什么程度

修行真正厉害的地方就在于：它会开始让一个人跳出惯性

原本这个时间你会发火，结果你忍住了
原本这个阶段你会破财，结果选择躺平，不去选择对抗，
，你不去对抗就不会亏钱，不会亏钱就不会离婚，原本这个局你一定会冲进去，结果你看见了因果后退出来了，那后面的结果，自然就变了，全是一条因果链相连接

所以道家讲一句话：相由心生，境随心转

很多人理解不了修行，
他们以为修行就是出家，是烧香、打坐、念经、吃素，
其实真正的修行，是你开始内观自己，开始能控制自己的念头，因为念头一变，行为就变，行为变了，因果链条也就变了，

真正修行的人，命会越来越模糊，算不准的，不是他的命没了，而是他不再按照原本那条最容易发生的轨迹去走，他就一定不会被这些相牵着走

就像一条河，普通人是顺着河道被冲走，最后流向哪里，大概是能推演的，修行人则像慢慢学会了划船的人，自己掌控方向，

[O.O @beyond_jungle_]

Why, for God’s sake, can’t I get the Nixit disc to work no matter how many times I try?

[Tigris 会讲课教授是好老师 @tig88411109]

https://t.co/QEzXBI8Kr1

[ChooChoo @choochooqu]

I was chatting with a Rinpoche at the monastery today, and at one point he asked what I do for a living. I paused for a second and somewhat hesitantly said, “I work as a financial analyst”—which, technically speaking, was the last job I had a couple of years ago when I was still conventionally employed.

Not exactly a lie. More like a strategically outdated truth. In hindsight, I realized there are probably a few reasons why I hesitate to just say outright that I trade for a living.

First, it’s not a profession people intuitively understand in the same way they understand teacher, doctor, lawyer, or programmer. Those jobs come with ready-made social scripts. Say you’re a doctor, and everyone knows what box to file you under. Trading, on the other hand, is conversationally inconvenient. It invites way too many follow-up questions—some driven by curiosity, others by thinly veiled financial voyeurism—and before you know it, a casual conversation has somehow turned into an unsolicited audit of your life choices, income stability, and risk tolerance.

Second, trading attracts an unusual amount of projection. Tell people you’re a doctor, and they automatically assign you moral nobility. Tell people you trade, and in many people’s minds, you’re suddenly somewhere on a blurry spectrum between gambler, parasite, and scam artist.

Not that I particularly care about random people’s opinions in theory. In practice, though, nobody is fully immune to social coding. But the biggest reason is probably much less intellectual and much more embarrassingly human: deep down, I’m still insecure about this way of making a living.

When I win, I’m never entirely sure whether it was skill, discipline, pattern recognition—or just me temporarily being on good terms with probability. When I lose, no matter how much I review, reflect, journal, or meditate on my mistakes, there’s never a guarantee I won’t make some variation of them again. That’s the psychologically strange part about trading: there is no externally granted legitimacy. A surgeon can point to years of training, credentials, institutions, social validation. A trader is more or less judged by one thing only—results. And unfortunately, results in this business are path-dependent and time-sensitive. If I don’t quit halfway, then yes, I’m theoretically playing a long game here—not trying to ride one lucky streak and call it destiny. But I’m still relatively early in that process. Too early, perhaps, to wear the identity with any real confidence. So no, I still can’t quite bring myself to talk about what I do openly, proudly, or without a small amount of internal flinching. I think this partly explains why I’m generally not an open book.

Over the years, whenever social acquaintances ask what I do, I usually rotate between one of three semi-lies:

a. “I’m a financial analyst.”

Partially true—just with a tense issue. Past versus present. Morally grey, but manageable.

b. “I’m currently between traditional roles and taking some time to travel / figure out what I actually want to do with my life.”

Easy for people to understand. Socially legible. Most importantly, it usually ends the conversation there and saves me from having to either answer—or fabricate—an entire chain of career-development-related follow-up questions.

c. “I’m a proud stay-at-home daughter living off parental capital.”

Mostly reserved for practical purposes, such as lease applications and background checks. My current landlord, for example, had obviously found this answer far more reassuring than the concept of market-derived income.🙄

Anyway, all of these crossed my mind today because there are certain people I genuinely feel bad about semi-lying to. So I gonna have to fix this, and come prepared with a version (d): something both honest and sufficiently concise next time.

[逍遥XTony（恩师张雪峰） @xtony1314]

我悟了！

[168X @168X_Fortune]

https://t.co/AT61QZk51k