There is something deeply irritating, almost insulting, in this contemporary mania for shouting before thinking. Especially in times of economic correction, when logic should be the compass and not panic. But no. There is always a good handful of voices, some even in suits and ties, who are dedicated to spreading fear as if their lives depended on it. Not content with living in ignorance, they want to drag others into the same puddle.
Financial corrections, for anyone with any common sense, are nothing more than a natural adjustment, a kind of respite that the markets take after going too far. A pause to balance, to remember that infinite growth is a Chinese tale. But there they are, the prophets of doom, the prophets of the apocalypse of the moment, filling the networks and headlines with their predictions of biblical catastrophes. They do it with that smug smile that only the most self-confident idiots are capable of brandishing. And the worst thing is that sometimes they are heard.
Because, let's see, what exactly are these alarmists looking for? They are not serious analysts, far from it. If anything, they are charlatans with access to a keyboard. They play with cheap sensationalism, fishing for likes and shares in the troubled waters of other people's fear. They feed the masses with strident headlines, loaded with fatalism, that do not stand up to the slightest analysis. But of course, why bother analyzing, if the drama sells more?
The sad thing is that their poison is enough. There are always those who swallow it. And then the massive sales begin, the hasty decisions, the unnecessary losses. Because fear does not think, it acts. The small savers, who are just beginning to understand how this circus works, are the first to fall. They sell at a low price, they buy badly, and then they complain about the market as if it were someone else's fault. But the fault, dear friends, is not the market's. It is the fault of those who make noise, of those who bark without understanding that money, like life, rewards patience.
And you know what? Those who shout the loudest are often the first to disappear when the dust settles. They crawl under the rug, shut up like the dead, waiting for the next correction to come back out. Because, of course, they have nothing to lose. After all, the disaster never affects them. They don't invest, they don't risk. They just talk.
What we need, now more than ever, is a little sanity. No, better said: a lot of sanity. Instead of listening to the usual histrionics, let us learn to observe with a cool head. Corrections are opportunities, not punishments. They are not the apocalypse, they are a reminder that in this game, as in any other, you have to have a stomach for it.
So, the next time someone tries to sell you the end of the world, do everyone a favor: ignore them. Remember that markets have survived wars, pandemics, and worse madness. Correction is not the problem. The problem is those who, at the slightest hint of instability, open their mouths without having a clue. Hopefully one day we will learn not to give them the audience they do not deserve. In the meantime, patience. And a cool head. Always a cool head.