Why I Love The Market

It’s like a giant chess game, with an unknown number of players.  There is madness, there is method, & there is you.  You k now that there are other participants; in fact, it’s all those other participants that accentuate the fact that, aside from one of Luck’s 2 faces, you are utterly alone.

I don’t mean to make the activity of trading sound like gambling; It is not. If it is rigged, you are the trap.  & luck, I have often heard from successful people, is the result of one’s own willingness to complete hard work.  There are days where even if you do everything right, you can still be “wrong.” There are too many variable in play all at once to ever be able to make a fully conscious decision in this realm; there are countless other invisible factors called people (this includes you, my friend).  To win against such a beast creates a good feeling.

As I am still learning, I only trade practice accounts. I consider myself a trader–however uninitiated–because I have already been seduced & no one can stop me from wanting what I want. No one can take anything from you when you trade; you lose what you give up, when you lose your grip on values–like Life.