The market never lies... but it doesn't say everything

Cryptocurrency is always manipulated. Some want to believe that it is free, that it breathes to the rhythm of supply and demand... but behind the curtain, there are invisible hands. Heavy hands. Hands full of envelopes so thick that they can crush the price like one crushes an insect.

They say that speculation is bad. Perhaps that is true. But I believe that impatience is worse than speculation.

If each of us had the patience of a millennial tree, the stock markets would never stop rising. Cryptos would climb endlessly, like a vine searching for the sun.

But there are these shadow players. They know how to make the market tremble. They sell massively, all at once, like a thunderclap in a clear blue sky. The red candles cascade across the screen, and weak hands drop their coins like one drops a burning object.

Fear... Fear is their favorite weapon. It doesn't need bullets or swords. It slips into the red numbers, into alarming headlines, into whispered rumors. It causes more damage than any war.

I have learned to look it straight in the eye. Fear pushes you to sell today what could have changed your life tomorrow. It makes you forget that the market is an ocean: the waves go down and up, but the tide always comes back.

Look at a fisherman by a lake. He casts his line, waits for hours, sometimes days. He knows that pulling too early means returning with an empty hook.

Look at the lion. It remains still in the tall grass, invisible. It waits. The one who leaps too early returns empty-handed.

Look at the tree. It does not yield to the wind. It knows that every storm that passes strengthens its roots.

The big wallets sell to make you panic. But behind their walls, they watch for the moment when you let go of your coins... to buy them back at a low price.