I compare day trading to milking goats: if you don't have a steady hand and don't know when to stop, you'll take a kick right in the forehead.
Here in the village, we don't have 3,000-euro screens or ninja bots, but we do have a cool head and nerves of cork, which is worth more than a master's degree on Wall Street.
My strategy is simple: if my left eye twitches, I don't enter; if my right eye twitches, I sell. And if my phone vibrates, it's sure to be Binance warning me that I've been liquidated, but well, that's already a habit.
So you know, if you're going to day trade, do it with the soul of a tavern keeper: charging cash and keeping an eye on who enters through the door. The market doesn't forgive, just like Juana when you mess up her drink.