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Living in a world of investments, I often wonder—can I truly be happy? The thrill of watching numbers rise and the anxiety of seeing them fall are part of my daily life. It feels like I'm constantly running, chasing something that never quite feels within reach. Even when I hit a target or make a profit, the satisfaction is fleeting, replaced quickly by the next goal or the fear of losing what I’ve gained.

Sometimes, I question what all this is for. Am I investing for security, for freedom, or simply because it's what I’ve been taught to do? The stress that comes with it often overshadows the joy. I find myself checking numbers instead of enjoying time with loved ones, planning for the future instead of living in the present.

There are moments when I envy people who live simpler lives, free from the constant pull of charts and market updates. I wonder if they experience a kind of happiness I’m missing—one that's not tied to outcomes or profits.

I want privacy and the freedom to do what I want, when I want, and where I want as long as I am harming no one. Why is that so much to ask? $ANON

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