We all have a bright future

The sound of rain is so loud. Mr. Livermore, the rain outside feels like it's pounding on my heart, reminding me of that moment during the trading day today—almost got tricked by the volatility again, my finger was hovering over the mouse but suddenly stopped. If you were here, you would probably have used that cold phrase to wake me up: "No plan, no trading."

Now I truly understand. The market is not a battleground; it is a bottomless abyss. Jumping in without a plan is like charging naked into the eye of a storm, only to be torn apart by emotions. That's not trading; it's a sacrifice.

I used to be skeptical, always thinking I was smart enough, that luck could feed me, and that intuition was better than discipline. So what happened? Money was lost bit by bit, confidence crumbled little by little, and in the end, I couldn't even look at myself. It wasn't until that night of zeroing out, lying on the cold floor, that I understood the weight of your words.

A plan is not just a few numbers and lines. It is the only light at night, the only knife in hand when facing the market, this giant beast. Without it, I am nothing.

Today I didn't lose. Flipping through your book amidst the sound of rain feels like holding onto a lifeline. Loneliness is the price of a plan, but so is freedom.

A few heartfelt words for you still on the road:

- Every time you want to place an order, force yourself to state the plan first. If you can’t, let it go.
- Don’t negotiate with greed and fear; lock them in the cage of discipline.
- During review, don’t just draw lines; reflect on your heart: are you investing or gambling on tomorrow?

May we all live to see the dawn!