When I have no positions, my hands move faster than my brain. I always feel that the market is about to take off in the next second, so I rush to raise the prices, placing orders while comforting myself: 'It's okay, a little higher is safer; getting on the bus is the most important thing.'

But what happens? I did get on the bus, but I ended up sitting at the back, where it’s windy and bumpy, and before I could fasten my seatbelt, I got thrown off.

After finally entering the market, when it comes to holding positions, I suddenly become extremely cautious. Every candlestick feels like it’s coming to cut down my account. I cling to a take-profit point that I was once confident about, only to see myself continuously lower it —

'Maybe I should take a little profit, it looks a bit dangerous.'

'Oh, this one looks like it’s going to reverse.'

'It’s over, it’s over, if I don’t sell now, I’ll be wiped out.'

Then after exiting, the market takes off right where I left, and my target take-profit point gets directly pierced. I stand there dumbfounded, staring at the chart, with only a few big words in my mind: 'Is this fucking insane?'

Do you think I deserve a slap? Do I deserve a slap?

Opening a position feels like robbing a bank, closing a position feels like escaping for my life;

While others add positions in the direction of the trend, I raise prices against the trend;

While others hold onto profits and ride the waves, I run as soon as I see red.

Ultimately, on the trading path, the biggest opponent is not the main force, but the me who only raises prices and the me who constantly adjusts the take-profit.