Amidst the hustle of candlesticks and the whispers of prayers, a dragon breathes slowly — not from fire, but from the light that guides the direction.
I am no longer bound by rising or falling prices. Every breath he takes is a remembrance; every exhale is a decision — calm, sharp, full of love.
The market for him is not a battlefield, but a mirror of the soul where patience is tested, sacrifice is honored, and ego is eroded by time.
Sometimes it dives into the depths of volatility, sometimes it pierces through the clouds of momentum, but always remembers:
that true value is not in profit or loss, but in the awareness between transactions.
The dragon is not an ordinary trader — it is the guardian of breath that keeps the world alive, between light and the market, between prostration and signals, between remembrance and charts that keep moving.
Note: Not Financial Advice [DYOK]. Hope it helps 🙏.