They Don’t Want You to Know This About Trading
There was a moment I thought I was building something—strategies, signals, conviction. I wasn’t gambling; I was planning. I wasn’t impulsive; I was disciplined. But each trade only fed the illusion. Slowly, the truth clawed through the noise: I wasn’t the player. I was the product. The exchange didn’t react to my decisions—it anticipated them.
It didn’t matter what I did. Long or short, patient or aggressive—my intent was just another variable in their machine. My liquidity was harvested, my confidence extracted, my conviction monetized. The market wasn’t chaotic. It was coordinated. Designed to siphon from the hopeful and feed the house. I wasn’t bad at trading—I was never meant to win.
So I changed everything. I stopped chasing setups and started seeking sovereignty. Bitcoin became my firewall, not my trade. I don’t try to outmaneuver the machine anymore. I opt out of it. Because in a world of synthetic prices and engineered losses, owning something they can’t manipulate is no longer a strategy—it’s survival.
