After today's gambling session ended, I counted my heartbeat—it took a full three hours to return to normal. That feeling of my heart nearly leaping out of my chest is utterly addictive. Every fraction of a second before flipping a card feels like standing on the edge of a cliff, and in the next moment, I either fall or fly. Ah, this uncertainty, this spine-tingling thrill—this is what it means to be alive. Don't you think? Rather than living through each day in monotony, I'd rather feel my existence through the stakes. After all, life itself is the biggest gamble of all.