Living by trading is like working in a casino; every day you wake up owing rent and money for food. You’ll stare at the candlestick charts until you develop cervical spondylosis, sweating in your palms during a crash, afraid to go to the bathroom. When you make money, you’re anxious about how to hold onto it tomorrow. Relatives think you’re not doing anything worthwhile, and at friends' gatherings, you’re always secretly checking your phone for market updates. In the end, those who remain in this market are the tough ones who have been slapped in the face by the market hundreds of times and can still laugh and say 'bring it on.'