On the day I lost everything for the first time, the red on the screen was like a burning branding iron, so hot that I couldn't open my eyes. My heart raced painfully against my chest as I watched the numbers drop, feeling the rage of slamming the mouse, the fear of clenching my fists, and finally, even my fingertips turned cold—completely numb.
That day, I truly understood the saying: "The market doesn’t kill people, but it can make a person’s heart die."
I turned off the computer, and the room was as dark as a well. The rain pounded against the window, crackling, more tangible than the emptiness in my heart. Suddenly, I remembered Livermore's warning: "Speculators must learn to be alone; the market never allies with anyone."
What I lost was not just money. It was unwavering faith, the patience I couldn't hold onto, and the rationality crushed by greed.
Buddhism says, "If the heart is unmoved, what can the wind do?" No matter how turbulent the market waves are, it is always the wobbly boat that gets overturned.
"The market is always right; the mistake lies in the human heart."
Roots grew in loneliness. No longer afraid of the dark, I could instead see clearly the direction of the tides in this quietness.
