Yesterday I wrote about the market and the boxes. Today I'll talk about the emptiness inside.
I sit in front of the chart. For hours. By $DOGS I haven’t opened a trade — not happy. At least it’s not a loss — not angry.
In the past, I was jittery. Adrenaline. My hands were sweaty. Now, nothing.
Right now, I feel like an NPC. I see the level — I enter. I see the stop — I wait. Without emotions. Without thoughts, almost. It's a script.
Is this discipline? I don’t know, probably not. Or maybe I’m just tired of feeling?
But here's the strange part. It’s precisely now, when there’s silence inside, that I’ve started to earn, a little but I’m earning. The market apparently doesn’t pay for passion. It pays for its absence. Now I can say for sure that the right decisions are made with a cool head. Therefore, friends, always keep track of your emotions.
Yesterday I waited, today I wait further, you can wait with me.
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I sit in front of the chart. For hours. By $DOGS I haven’t opened a trade — not happy. At least it’s not a loss — not angry.
In the past, I was jittery. Adrenaline. My hands were sweaty. Now, nothing.
Right now, I feel like an NPC. I see the level — I enter. I see the stop — I wait. Without emotions. Without thoughts, almost. It's a script.
Is this discipline? I don’t know, probably not. Or maybe I’m just tired of feeling?
But here's the strange part. It’s precisely now, when there’s silence inside, that I’ve started to earn, a little but I’m earning. The market apparently doesn’t pay for passion. It pays for its absence. Now I can say for sure that the right decisions are made with a cool head. Therefore, friends, always keep track of your emotions.
Yesterday I waited, today I wait further, you can wait with me.
Subscribe to the blog of the boring and lonely NPC