$SOL

Today ends here, I made 50,000 yesterday. I’m recording my trading diary here. I have been slapped in the face by the market countless times, and I have been hit by losses to the point of doubting life.

I have no talent, and I wasn't great from the start. Every bit of my progress has been honed by the market, forced out by repeated losses. I am not a smart person; I just got knocked down by the market and then gritted my teeth to get back up. Now, I finally understand—hard work really can be more valuable than talent.

I have experienced days of total loss in a single day and months of fruitless effort. That kind of disappointment, that kind of self-blame, I still can’t forget. So now, I won’t recklessly gamble anymore, and I won’t bet on direction again. Every trade, every stop-loss, every gain I make is discipline earned through pain. Those who suffer the most losses tend to appreciate things more.

When I was young, I always wanted to prove myself to others, but later I realized that the opponent in life is never others. What I want is to be a bit more mature, stable, and strong than yesterday’s self. I trade not to show off, but because I want to live more freely, with a calmer heart, and a more dignified life.

Many people trade to get rich overnight. I used to be the same—impatient, impulsive, gambling. But in the end, I understood: what really changes fate is not luck, but long-term stability. Now, every trade I make is planned, rhythmic, and patient. I am not gambling; I am building the life I want.