I lost all my dollars trading futures, watching my screen flicker as my balance drained to zero. Each bet felt like a promise — until it wasn’t. The market taught me humility, fast and unforgiving. But in the ashes of loss, a strange fire remains: resolve. I’ll try again, not out of recklessness, but resilience. With sharper discipline, deeper knowledge, and calmer hands, I return. This time, not to gamble, but to grow. Every trader has scars; mine are fresh, but they fuel me. The chart resets each day — and so do I. Failure isn’t the end. It’s just education.
