The Trader's Triple Awakening

Initially, we were obsessed with certainty—golden crosses must rise, head and shoulders must fall, and waves must be perfect.

Until the market slapped us awake: what certainty is there? Only probability.

So we learned humility, accepted impermanence, used stop-losses to cope with the unexpected, and tamed randomness with risk-reward ratios.

But gradually, we fell into another kind of arrogance—treating the market like a casino, simplifying trading to coin tossing, using 'execution' to cover cognitive laziness.

Until one day, after countless late-night reviews, we suddenly realized: the market is like a stormy sea, where chaos hides the direction of undercurrents.

Top hunters do not gamble on probabilities; they wait—waiting for the waves to suddenly present a certain rhythm, waiting for that fleeting certainty to emerge from disorder.

This is not a simple pattern reappearance, but a moment of resonance between capital and human nature.

When you see the hesitation of large orders pressing down in the candlestick chart, smell the blood gathering from stop-loss zones, and grasp the trembling before your opponent's position collapses—that moment, the mask of probability falls off, exposing the cold core of certainty.

The true art of trading lies in discerning when to respect chaos and when to cling to rules.

Just like the old fisherman knows: there are no two identical tides, but there are always pathways that schools of fish must follow.