It's late at night.

I'm starting to reflect again and feeling dissatisfied with myself.

Two months of consecutive losses have made me doubt myself.

I actually know what to do in many situations,

but when the time comes, I still can't do it.

At first, I wrote a few things just to give myself an outlet.

As a result, more and more people started to read it,

these words began to gain meaning, be interpreted, and be anticipated.

I got caught up in it too.

To be honest, making decisions has never been easy.

Especially when position management isn't done well,

just a slight shake in the market throws my heart into chaos,

because I'm using money that's not within my understanding.

I've won against the market a few times based on feelings,

that exhilarating feeling of being half a step ahead of the market can be addictive.

But precisely because of those few wins,

it made me start to fantasize about winning like this all the time.

Perhaps true maturity is learning to be patient,

not chasing, not gambling, not moving recklessly.

I don't know when my next opportunity will come,

but I will wait.

No rush.

After all, many times, waiting is harder than doing.