For those who live by trading, loneliness is the ultimate destination🔥🔥
The moment you choose to make a living from trading, you should understand: loneliness is an unavoidable drink on this road. It's not a sentimental solitude; it's the sobering cup you must drink after navigating through the market's treacherous paths.
🌙 In the eyes of your family, you seem like an 'irregular' person who is not taking a proper job.
No one understands the torment you endure staring at the K-line until dawn; if you make money, it’s 'luck,' if you lose, it's 'reckless.' After three to five years of grinding, they only see the numbers in your account and cannot perceive your trembling hand reaching for your phone in the middle of the night to check the market.
⚔️ Trading never hones your skills; it's about shattering yourself and rebuilding.
Every day you wrestle with greed and fear, rolling through ups and downs hundreds of times, your temperament is forged differently from others. You see the essence of things while they only care about the superficial. It's like a person coming out of a fire; how can they explain the sensation of burning to someone who has never seen smoke?
🤝 Among peers, there is also a loneliness that spans mountains and seas.
Every trader who survives carries scars from their own journey. Your system is fed by snow, his philosophy is born from falls; occasionally sharing a toast, the conversation is merely about 'today's market is quite bizarre,' but deeper matters remain unspoken and unnecessary to voice.
As you walk this path to the end, the excitement belongs to others; all you have left is a cup of solitary nine.
But the moment you drink it down, it’s a clarity only you understand—that cup is the price of freedom and also a badge of honor.
