In the dawn of today, I stood as a great leader on a bridge without a map, holding my plan like a spear of gold. Enter at Fibonacci level 50, and exit at the upper channel resistance..make the stop loss my impregnable fortress, but the market was like a sea with depths unknown. A currency named Sirin sings in a tone of rise..a green candle dances a dance understood only by metaphor, and a tempting tweet says the moon is near. The mind screamed.. follow the map!! .. the heart whispered but the sea there is more beautiful!!, and the wallet shouted we have sunk. The indicators became like distant stars, I contemplate them with reverence, then I sail far away from them.. and the stop loss? Like a loyal friend I neglected, until the storm came, and it was neither a protector nor a supporter.
What a contradiction is this? I study Japanese candlesticks like temple priests, then I make my decision based on a strange feeling 🤔. I analyze geometric patterns with utmost precision, then I buy just because I liked the shape of the pattern 😂. I forgot philosophy, and remembered greed, I returned to the indicators after entering, seeking justification, not a decision. Everything becomes logical after it's too late, I plan like scientists in their astronomical towers, and I trade like Don Quixote in the market windmills, I count the money I will earn tomorrow, and forget the one I lost an hour ago. Oh, the lesson! How many plans I drew on boards of gold and erased them with a single stroke, and how many strategies I built into solid palaces, only to have them destroyed by fleeting winds of emotion. 😘
I swear tomorrow will be different, I will be like a rock sculpted in the stone of discipline, until the trading sun rises again and the winds of a sudden upward notification blow. I return like a repentant lover to the beautiful paths of chaos.
