Every day, I still follow the routine of recording my life

Yesterday, I regretfully missed selling a long position, but I know I can miss selling countless times; a liquidation only happens once. Now I hold one position, and the target feels very distant. It's a one-sided market. Today the weather is very cold; it feels like we've returned to winter. Tomorrow there will be extra classes at kindergarten, preparing for the May Day holiday. I should go out and have some fun during the holiday; it's been a long time since I took my wife and kids out to play. I've been staying up late for the past few days, but the rewards haven't been significant. It's okay; I am a full-time trader and not in a hurry. When I went out in the afternoon, I picked up a dog, which seems to be a Corgi. I can't really tell. I bought a cage to bring it home. My daughter named it 'Vegetable,' so let’s call it that. The puppy isn’t very happy at home; maybe it has its own worries. Family member +1, so now when I stay up late, I have something to ease my boredom. In the passage of time, I understand the profound truth: just trade. The human game in trading is the anticipated unease, the indifferent ignorance, and the bewildering encounters. There is wind at the mountain top, rain while climbing, and beyond this mountain, there are countless versions of me on the road. We do not seek to meet at the peak but wish to walk together.