When All Your Candles Shine Brightly Red
and the screen feels like a battlefield soaked in losses,
You sit there heart pacing, eyes heavy, each dip punches through the hope you once held tightly.
The charts don’t lie, but neither do your dreams.
So what calms your heart in moments like these?
Is it the love waiting quietly at home a touch that reminds you you’re more than a trade gone wrong.
Or is it the stubborn hope,
the belief that the tide always turns,
that every crash is just a setup for the rise,
that even red candles burn out eventually.
Maybe it’s both.
The warmth of love and the fire of hope,
one anchors you, the other pushes you forward.
Because in this game, you don’t just need charts and coins .
You need heart, patience, and something worth holding on to
when everything else is falling.
Or maybe…
you’re just like me
a loner with nothing to go home to.
That’s why making these millions an obsession.