To be liquidity, or not to be -
That is the eternal question.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to HODL
The dips and dumps of outrageous fortune,
Or to sell , and by opposing - wreck it?
To sell, to sleep ...
No more red candles, and by sleep we mean
Escape from rugs and paper hands’ regret.
To trade, perchance to moon - ay, there’s the rub…
For in that moonshot what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this volatile coil,
Must give us pause.
Liquidity : the silent pool where whales feed
Thou art both savior and siren.
Too deep, and we drown. Too shallow, and we starve.
Thus caution doth make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of FOMO
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of TA,
And traders of great ambition and leverage
With charts awry their action turn away…
To be liquidity, or not to be?
Only the market knows — and it ain't telling.
