No one believed, not even myself.

At that time, I had lost over three hundred thousand, and I couldn't even feel the pain in my heart; only eight hundred was left in my account. It felt like standing in ruins, where even the wind was silent.

A friend said, "Stop being obsessed, find a class to join."

I neither refuted nor nodded.

But that night, I made a decision: not to rush to recover my losses, not to gamble on luck, not to fantasize about an overnight turnaround.

I would only wait.

Wait for what?

Wait for that market trend I could understand.

Wait for that moment when the signal is clear, and the rhythm is calm.

I no longer anxiously stared at the market endlessly, nor did I overturn my judgments due to five-minute fluctuations. I began to write a trading journal, recording my emotions, even noting the weather.

I started to understand:

Not every fluctuation is called an opportunity.

Silence is also a form of operation.

For the first trade, I waited five days.

I made a profit.

No added positions, no ecstasy, just exited as planned.

For the second trade, I waited three days.

The rhythm came faster than expected, but I only took the part I understood.

Slowly, some began to say I was "too cautious" and "too slow."

Some even laughed: "With this little capital, waiting won't change much."

I didn't explain.

I knew that the places where I had fallen before were all because I ran too fast.

Twenty trades, four months.

Two thousand turned into ninety thousand.

Not a myth, no miracles.

It was just about replacing "impulsiveness" with "breathing,"

replacing "gambling" with "rules."

In the end, I want to say:

The market never rewards effort; it only rewards the right waiting.

If you haven't learned to stop,

then you may never be able to run.

I used to stumble alone in the dark; now the light is in my hands.

The light is always on; will you follow? @币来财888