#TradersLeague

"Dear Market,"

I hate you.

And I love you.

You’ve taken my sleep.

You’ve stolen my peace.

You’ve broken my confidence — and rebuilt it, piece by painful piece.

You are a cruel teacher.

A silent god.

A wild ocean that never rests.

I’ve cursed you at midnight.

Begged you at sunrise.

Laughed when you gave.

Wept when you took.

But still… every morning, I come back.

I open my charts.

I stare into your endless face.

And you stare back.

No promises.

No mercy.

No apologies.

Just truth.

Raw.

Brutal.

Pure.

You’ve made me patient.

You’ve made me disciplined.

You’ve made me stronger than I ever wanted to be.

I hate you for that.

But I love you more.

And tomorrow?

We dance again.

Yours forever,

A Trader of TradersLeague